fat.
one word.
three letters.
so many feelings.
This one word can change your life.
It can destroy you, if you let it.
I let it...
I am Annabel. 250 pounds. or I was 250 pounds three years ago.
I am anorexic. I starve. right now I am 14 and 105 pounds, but does the bullying stop?
the answer:
no.
it was been three years.
all the pain is still there.
the torment.
the grief.
the wishes to be beautiful and happy.
It hasn't become any better.
First, you should know something about my past. My mother was always and is still skinny. My father wasn't. He loved to eat and was a rather large guy. 350 pounds. I don't like I call him fat, it seems disrespectful. He was always the fun loud guy at the family parties. He loved to laugh and make others laugh. Contagious is how I would explain him. his laugh, love, and happiness were all contagious.
He had a big heart.
but that's why he died.
