Obsessed with Obesity

Part 1

My name is y/n. I'm 15 years old, and I love Cedar. I know this is a lot to be saying as an intro, but it's true, unfortunately. I'm in love with this man; drunk in love, as they like to say. The problem is, I am not so sure that Cedar loves me back. I'm 200 pounds, 5'10 and I wear orthodontic head gear — I have been... for the past 6 years.

Let me tell you more about my undying, fantastical LOVE for Cedar. It all started when I was on family vacation in Maputo, Mozambique. We were at the beach, and I saw this handsome, masculine, brawny figure emerge from the deep blue depths of the ocean waves. His caramel complexion was entrancing, and his kinky, coily curls complemented what already was near-perfect. I couldn't keep my eyes off this glorious being, this specimen with a body to die for. A girl could only imagine what skills he possessed outside of surfing ocean waves.

I had to avert my gaze, as it dawned on me that I still had a boyfriend. I loved him, and I knew he loved me too, but he didn't show me love in the way that I had expected. Jabs, that is his name. The name that causes my knees to lock every time a message from him pops up onmy screen; and not in a good way. He brings fear into my life and I don't know how long I can keep this up. It's killing me slowly; literally, I'm constantly fighting for my life whenever I'm in his presence. Some of you may be wondering, "Why haven't I communicated to my parents about it?" But how can I? Ever since Jabs and I started dating, my parents have treated him like a king whenever he walks into the house.

I regain focus as I hear Jabs greet my parents downstairs. My heart drops to my ankles, and suddenly I can't breathe. I try my best to remain calm, but the bad memories flood my thoughts. My palms begin to sweat excessively.