Fat Chance

Fishing with deceit

I watched with great fascination as the last of the dirty water swirled down the drain. I shook my head in wonder at not only how dirty the water had been from not showering for 24 hours, but also at how I had managed to heave my massive body into the bath tub.

Another amazing feat was how I had managed to dislodge myself from the small space. Red marks from the edges of the tub pressing into my skin stood out against the disgusting whiteness of my body. I had taken a shower as well as a bath, mainly because there was too much of me to wash to get clean in one try.

After putting on a clean pair of sweats and a hoodie, I made my way downstairs. As I walked through the dinning and living rooms, I wondered where everyone was. It was abnormal for my parents to hang out in their room, even late at night when they should be sleeping. I looked at the clock, wondering if it was late enough for my parents to have gone to sleep. 'Nope. It's only 9:15' I thought. 'Something smells fishy.'

But if I'm being completely honest, I was tired and sad, and I didn't really give two shits about where my parents had gone or what they were doing. They could burn in hell for all I cared and I'm sure they felt the same about me.

I walked down the stairs to my room and shut the door. Walking over to my air mattress, (I refuse to call it a bed) I pick up my iPod, now fully charged, and lay down. Checking my messages is always a fun time, because not only do I get to look at my own empty inbox, but I also get to look at another inbox jam packed with messages.

Now, stay with me here, but I have a really big secret they may surprise you all. At the end of seventh grade, while I was home "sick" from school, I decided that I was tired of nobody talking to me because of my appearance. I was sick ( how ironic, pretending to be sick and ending up actually being sick) of having no social life or friends just because of my size.

So, I decided to make a new account on both Facebook and an app called Kik Messenger. Except this time, I knew I wasn't going to get rejected. I knew I would never again have an empty inbox. I knew I would never get a single mean comment or message about my looks ever again, as long as I was on one of these two accounts.

And that was because I wasn't myself on either accounts.

I was fifteen year old Alecia, a gorgeous, sexy blonde teenager who was always the center of attention, especially online where she has over 5,000 facebook friends and a full inbox on Kik, always. Alecia was someone I created to be who I could never be: skinny, beautiful and attention grabbing.

In some ways, I felt like more of my personality came out when I was Alecia than it ever has being Quinn. Maybe I'm just imagining things. but I really think that's the truth. No, I am not making excuses for myself, I'm just trying to shine some light on my side of the story.

Like I said, Alecia is both blonde and skinny, so I obviously couldn't put my pictures under her name. No, the girl who I stole 'Alecia's" pictures from is a girl from Sweden named Amanda, who has no idea and hopefully will never have any idea that I have been using her pictures.

I found Amanda's pictures on Instagram one day, while searching under the hashtag #selfie to try and find an attractive person to be Alecia.

When I found her profile, I instantly knew she was the one and saved all of Amanda's photos on both her Instagram and her Facebook (which was linked in her Instagram bio) to my iPod. I also continue to save every picture she posts on her social media, even to this day.

I've been pretending to be this girl for a little over two years now, and I can honestly say that I haven't ever really had any consequences or major catfish busts yet. There have been a few people that have suspected I wasn't the girl in the pictures, but in the end they had no concrete proof.