Living in a small town going to a small school, things traveled quickly. As head cheerleader and the skinniest girl in school I had to make sure I kept everyone in line. I had my group of cheerleaders with me daily, we all dieted and made sure we stayed fit for our uniforms and any boys we wanted. My body is the blueprint for all the other girls in school. So when Carla started at our school I knew I had work to do. She wasn't obese but she was compared to me! Carla had to be the fattest girl in school, so when I saw her talking to my boyfriend Chad I knew she was my next victim. The girls and I watched as she waddled to her locker at the end of the day, her jeans suffocating her fat legs as she moved; her top rode up and you could clearly see her love handles pouring out of the jeans and her big muffin top jiggling out more and more. Her fat arms wrapped around her books tightly. I made my way over.
"Hey Carla why were you talking to my boyfriend?"
"I-I'm sorry?" She looked at me confused.
"Yeah you should be, don't talk to my boyfriend"
Her fat cheeks turned red and before she could say another word I began
"Stay away from my man Carla the cow!"
My group of girls burst out laughing as we walked away. For the rest of her highschool career Carla was deemed "Carla the Cow"
After that day she wore big sweatshirts to try and hide, she never looked at me in the hallway or even in class. Carla never spoke to my boyfriend again, although I would continue to make comments to her about her weight, my friends would comment with me. I didn't care how she felt, why would I? Carla was smart but she didn't have the looks or confidence I did. That's why it was so easy to put her down. After graduating highschool I never saw Carla again, it was a small town and I never saw her at a bar or a grocery store, nothing.
