The Skinny Girl

Chapter 1: The fat one

As soon as Sarah stepped through the double doors of the publishing house, Denlin and Co, she felt a million eyes burning onto her fat, flabby body. She knew everyone at work stared at her humongous figure, whispering behind cupped hands and silently laughing at her. She knew how it felt, for it happened every morning and every night she'd leave, yet, she's not used to it.

Sarah wobbled to her office as fast as her swollen feet allowed, happy to escape the ongoing gazes of co-workers when she closed the door behind her. Although her office was made of glass walls, at least the continuous snickering of the people outside was hushed. She sighed in relief as she sat down on her specially designed office chair, which still squeaked when her fat buttocks moved into a more comfortable position as she leaned over to turn on her computer. She quickly logged onto the work program, opening at least seven different advertisements that popped up on her screen. Bright pink letters screamed from the face of the computer;

ARE YOU TIRED OF BEIN.G FAT? IS YOUR CLOTHES TO TIGHT?  HERE'S THE SOLUTION FOR YOU! FOR JUST $99 YOU COULD LOSE UP TO 15 POUNDS PER WEEK. YES!! IT'S TRUE.

Sarah sighed, she knew it wasn't true. It was all bullshit. She's tried everything that was available on the market to shed the extra 126.45 pounds she was carrying.  Her mother taught her that if it seems to good to be true, it usually is.

She clicked on the red exit marks to close the advertiments, when another one popped up. In plain black letters it stated,

If you need to lose weight, get the magical pink pill.
PRICE: $1.35
CONTACT DETAILS:
098 666 5666

The advertisement caught her attention, and with her fat fingers she quickly scribbled down the contact details onto a piece of paper. She exited the tabs, leaving only her work program open.

Her work desk was stacked with unread novels, a sign she was slacking with her work. She was assigned as editor at Denlin and co, after completing her diploma in Language and Literacy at the College of Sandoz in New York City; something she was extremely proud of. She sighed as she picked up the novel on top of the pile, Endless love, and started reading. When she reached page three, her stomach grumbled out loud.

It was Monday and she had started to eat healthy, as she did every Monday for the past three years. Unfortunately, it always just lasted a few hours and she couldn't help to feel let down by the plate of eggs she had for breakfast. 
She opened the drawer and fumbled with puffy fingers until she found something to gobble up. She made sure there was always something in the drawer for her to eat. 

As she turned to page seven, she had already devoured a packet of M&M's  and a box smarties, with her hand searching in the drawer again.

Movent outside her door caught her eye, and she blushed bright red as two of her co-workers, Amy Sulliven and Rebecca Steed passed her wall to wall glass office, laughing at the terrible sight of Sarah.

Skinny bitches, Sarah thought and lifted a chocolate stained middle finger at their disappearing backs. She hated them. She hated them all. The skinny girls with the short skirts and legs without cellulite. The girls with the flat stomachs and perfect azzes. They had it all. Their arms didn't flab like hers did when they waved. They never get out of breath when climbing the four steps up to the company's doors, nor do their feet sweat from all the excessive weight. Their knobly knees don't tremble under their weight and their faces never seems puffy. They don't know how it feels to be fat and lonely. All they do is smile, and with bodies like that, who wouldn't? 

She slammed the book closed and threw it into the declined basket. She was pissed off, and the book irritated her anyways. The heroine in the book was tall, with blonde hair and a body to die for - of course.

When will she read a book where the girl is fat and the guy don't care? She huffed out of irritation. One day, she'll be skinny and beautiful, no matter what it takes, she promised herself silently before she picked up the next book and popped a can of soda.

Her eyes travelled to the piece of paper with the contact details for the pink pill.

One day I'll be skinny.

Her fat fingers reached for the phone before they dialed the numbers slowly, ready to place an order for a magical pink pill.

One day I'll be beautiful.

A deep, muscular voice answered the phone, and for some reason Sarahs hair on her body stood erect out of fear.

That one day, is now, she thought as she pushed through the unsettling feeling, and arranged to meet the man at midnight at Tesco's, a pub and grub in a poor neighbourhood downtown. A smile made her cheeks rounder than they already was, and with determination, she threw away the last few sips of the soda.

One day, Sarah will be skinny, but being beautiful comes with an awful prize.