Fat for a Year (not doing anymore)

Chapter 2

~Chapter 2! LOL I tried to draw a fat girl but failed :/ ~

6 weeks later...

"Welcome home!" Mom cried as she unlocked the front door of our new apartment.

"Great." I collapsed onto the couch the movers had brought this morning.

My life was so weird after getting fat. The doctors told me to not let any of my old friends know that I did this, so I ended up deleting my Instagram and not replying to their messages. The doctors told us to move far away from anyone we know, too, so we ended up going from Greenwood, New Jersey, to Los Angeles, California.

I was huffing and puffing. Our elevator was broken (fucking great), so we took the stairs up to the 10th floor. The struggle is real.

"We need to go shopping." Mom declared after unpacking some stuff. "You have no good clothes, you've been wearing the same three outfits for weeks!"

I groaned.
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Mom took me to a place called Ronnie's. They were some fancy-shmancy plus size store, close to Rodeo Drive.

I picked out some things that were decent: tee shirts, jeans, leggings and sweaters. A saleslady that was definitely a size 0 came up to me.

"Can I help you?"

Mom rushed towards us. "My daughter needs more school clothes."

The saleslady's mouth practically dropped to the floor. "...daughter?"

"Yes." Mom huffed.

"Okay... what do you like?"

"Just simple stuff. No skirts." I said.

The saleslady picked out some things and took me to a changing room.

I tried on some tee shirts first. They were super tight. Hell, everything was tight.

"None of these fit." I put the items in the saleslady's arms.

"But they're the biggest size in the store." the lady said. "We can order XXXXXXL clothing if you want."

Wow. I was that big in clothes? I used to be a small or medium!

"Yes, please." Mom headed for the checkout. "I'll pay now. Cathy, what did you like?"

"Everything I tried on."

"Great. Order those, plus if theres other colours of them, order all of those."
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When we got home, Mom ordered Chinese. I got like, five meals. The doctors told me to eat like I wanted to be fatter.

After dinner, I went into my room. Mom had gotten me a huge mirror from Ikea. It was the size of almost my whole wall.

I took off my ratty shirt and my sweatpants. I looked in the mirror. You could barely see my underwear. I had at least five rolls on my stomach. Stretch marks were everywhere. My belly button could fit a small mouse in it. My face looked like it was melting. My arms were the size of trees. My breasts were the size of large pizzas. My butt wouldn't even fit in a chair. Mom had to buy a bench the size of four chairs, and it still didn't fit.

I was ugly. I could go in the world record books as "Fattest Teen Ever" and everyone would laugh at me.

Why did I agree to this? It's going to be a looong year.