Usually, a person begins their story with "Once Upon a Time" or other boring words similar to that. Those stories are often about perfect, beautiful people (more like gods/goddesses) who live their preppy little lives. As much as I'd love to live a life like that, I don't.
My name is Annabelle Elise Fenderson, and I'm not your everyday basic bitch. I'm not going to sugar-code any part about it: I'm fat. Most people shake their head and tell me "No you aren't!" Then they'll follow that up with the words: curvy, heavier, fuller; believe me, I've heard it all.
Ever since I was little I've been told I need to watch my "portion size", or I should "consider dieting". It honestly sucked. I couldn't be a kid and snack on chips or ice cream when I got home from school, I had to wait until dinner, which would consist of small salads or fruits.
I got into unhealthy habits around the age of 6 or 7. I learned a trick, a loophole. I fasted and purged for the longest time, until I realised my "cheat code" had a glitch in it. After successfully fasting for a week, I would give in and start binge eating.
I was gaining more from binge eating, than I was losing the calories. I would a certain amount of calories, but would eat x3 the amount.
But enough of my depressing preface, let me tell you my story. From beginning to end.
YOU ARE READING
The Ugly Truth.
Teen FictionI was never the one to sugar code my story. When I tell people who I am I tell them the truth, even if it's ugly.