Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write

#2

"Why don't you think you're beautiful?"
I could have told him that the kids in my school seem to fit their uniforms better. Or that the steering wheel of my car was to close to my stomach. Even though I felt that these things were true, I always knew that there was one thing in my life that seemed to hurt more than others.
"When I was six, my dad called me fat."
He took my hand in his.
"His opinion shouldn't matter baby, you're beautiful."
"I agreed with him," I replied with tears in my eyes. "And I still do. His opinion may not matter, but mine does."