when i close my eyes, i imagine myself living the life of someone else. maybe someone skinny. no harm in that. a box of donuts are beside me, that my mom bought me. i didnt touch them not once. yet they are so tempting, like a box of cigarrets to my mom.
not every fatty has donuts to eat beside them. if someone saw a picture of me at this moment, they'd be even more rude since i have something sugarry beside me.
you know what i find funny? i bet everyone would be okay seeing a skinny girl eating donuts than a fat girl eating donuts. how silly is that.
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imperfect words from an imperfect human being
Short Story"I've talked to so many people, men and women alike, that get overweight and their self-esteem just goes in the tank. They think they're judged. They think they're unattractive."
