Later that night, I'm lying in my room, staring at my ceiling and thinking (as always) when my phone suddenly buzzes. It's Mickel. He's just about the only person that ever bothers to talk to me outside of school. We've been talking ever since school got out today. We text just about 24/7. I had just made some comment about being fat and he insists that I'm not. He probably just feels bad for me...
I slide open my phone to see what he has to say now.
Nah, you cute and skinny and I likey. Besides, if I can do this, then you is not fat *slides arm around waist and touches fingers to tummy*
I'm not sure which part about this I like most: him calling me skinny or the fact that he "put his arm around me". This gave me an idea...
Haha oh really now? And how do you know you can do this? I mean, you've never tried to :P Maybe we should test this out at lunch one day.
After sending the message I start thinking that maybe I shouldn't have. I probably sound stupid. I always sound stupid, even more so when I'm talking to him. He drives me crazy. In a good way. We've only known each other for about a year but I'd do anything to make him mine. Too bad he doesn't feel the same. Oh, I guess I got another text.
Sounds like a plan. Or, would you just like me to put my arm around you and hold you close?
Damn it. Here come the butterflies again.
In all honestly, I'd love that.
I stare at the message for a few seconds debating whether or not to send it. In a split second of utter insanity, I hit send and hold my breath. Why did I say that? I'm such an idiot. I start doing sit-ups to clear my head. I had only done ten when I got a reply. It came a lot faster than I expected. All it took to send my thoughts scattering again was just two words.
Me too.
I had to read this a few times over. Did he really just say "me too"? Am I dreaming? I must be. I look in the mirror. Still fat. So no, I'm not dreaming. This is crazy though. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I have a chance. I glance over at my mirror again and all I see is fat. I'm brought back to reality. I realize that when he could have just about any girl he wants, why in the world would he choose me?
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Still Not Skinny
Non-FictionJulia is a fifteen year old who hates nothing more than herself. From the hair on her head to the way she talks, she can't stand herself. The thing she hates the most? How fat she is. What she doesn't realize is that she's not fat at all. She's actu...
