My Princess

Introductions.

Hello everyone, I own full rights of my story. I hope you enjoy reading it. I really enjoyed writing it.

I woke up, got up and looked in my mirror. On one side of the glass, held a sticky note, that said 'You are Beautiful'. I smiled at the reminder although I didn't quite feel like I was. Let me back track a little.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was a chubby mess. Which my dad always said grew into a beautiful flower. I remember when my mom died, I was about 11 and that's where it, it being my weight got out of control. I was slowly getting bigger. I blamed everything on myself, my mother had always been a sweet lady. So her death took a toll on me, I used to sneak chips and sodas at night and just, cry in my room. So that became a ritual. I stopped sneaking, and just got up if I wanted something. Around my high school years, I was a little thing of 5'6. But my weight wasn't little, I was about 220 pounds. I tried so hard to just focus on school, I often tried to down out the insults, the teasing and just focus on my studies. Well I guess having no friends really paid off. At the age of 18, you'd think I'd want to be partying, and acting like a normal teen who was now a legal adult. But I was packing to my college. You see, I had gotten a full ride, to go to Yale, or Oxford. I picked Oxford. I wanted to be far away from this town. Of course I'd miss my dear old dad but, he knew what needed to be done. I made a new resolution for when I went to England. I'd try to at least lose some weight, if I could. But I also knew that my studies were too priority. I had plans to major in, Business and Designing. I bet your like, Designing? Seriously the girl who wore baggy sweats in high school. Truth is my mother and me, always loved designing. I thought it would be a good way to honor her in someway. Doing what we both loved. It sounded almost Noble you could say. Besides, I loved making stuff. Half the clothes in my closet I made for us, curvy girls. I looked back at old room and smiled softly, to say I'd miss this room was an understatement. Although I had good and memories, I always tried to dwell on the good things. I went downstairs to greet my old man. As I descended down the stairs, he looked up. With a smile on his aging face. He always said I looked like mom. I hated causing him pain. I knew he wouldn't voice it ever.

"Hey old man, I have some lasagna in the oven. You hungry?" I asked my dad playfully. Hoping to get his hopes up.

He scowled playfull, his smile making his face look 10 times younger. "Watch when you get old, you'll see." He laughed and shook his head. "But yeah I'm starved." He rubbed his slim stomach.

You see my dad was a bachelor. Well to the ladies he was. They always tried to get on my good side but I wouldn't budge, and neither did he.

"Dad, I don't think 44 is that old. Jeez dad your hip." I laughed along with him at our playful banter. I swear my dad is a kid. But I love him either way.

I took out the lasagna and made a quick toss salad with, some chopped up apples and raisins and shredded carrots. With light poppy seed dressing. I think me and dad was drooling. Well him at the lasagna and me at the salad.

"Dad, you better finish that salad too. If not, you can forget about dessert." I scolded him lightly. Shaking my head.

He gave me the 'Are you Serious' face then pouted. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Carl Blevins. Just pouted, and it was funny too. After we were done, Iz served him some home made Peach and Cream cobbler. I skipped out on the dessert. I started to lose done weight I guess. I went from 220, to 210. I know 10 lbs lost may, not seem like a vast improvement to others. But it meant the world to me. It meant I was trying. I even stopped my once nightly visits to the kitchen a while back.

After watching some old movie called 'Pet Cemetery' I kissed my dad on the cheek and called it a night. After all I had a bunch of stuff to put in my suitcase, and packed in boxes. My parents always saw me as a beautiful princess, but the world saw me as something else. Something not nearly important. As I tied my caramel brown locks in a pony tail. Then I shrugged on a silk night dress. I finally went to my safe haven. My dressmaker world.

"Well, no one ever said being curvy was easy, Anastasia" I mumbled to myself before drifting to sleep.

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