"Here comes the fat kid"
"Move fatass!"
"look at her tray it's so full guys"
"Ugh I don't wanna see her eat it's like really watching the animal channel"
"You useless and disgusting pig!!"
Laughs and screams of words that made my legs weak. The fat kid, no friends and never had a relationship.
That was me in high school, Victoria the pig of St. Vitrus high.
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The Catwalk
Non-Fiction"We purge who we are into porcelain until our sights go blurry or skip meals until we're thin enough to be worthy"
