This book is not fat. The author is. Non-existent audience, I think we've gotten to the point where I can tell you about how I look. Let's see... I have brown eyes and brown hair, I'm a little over 5"2, and I am hideous. *Cue looks of disbelief* I know, shocking. Why would an unattractive person ever want to have a book where she - yes, I'm a girl - can be her true self without worrying about people seeing her and immediately judging her based upon her repulsive looks? Some people who read this might think "oh, she's just being hard on herself", but I can honestly say that I hate how I look. I see myself in the mirror and I feel disgusted with what I see. Everyone I know probably agrees with me, deep down, hidden somewhere, slowly resurfacing every time they look at me. So there you go, invisible readers, and make sure to tune in next time. Next chapter: Why I don't have friends.
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A Normal Book
Non-FictionThis book is normal. The author isn't. The author is untrusting, desperate, and scared of embarrassment. The author hates the author.
