I've always been that way. Fat, short and just ugly. As a child I was teased for my round glasses and red hair, and later in life I was bullied for my huge ass. So I've kind of always known it, and I'm okay with it. Most of the time. Sure, I hate myself a little bit more every day, but who doesn't right? We all stand in front of the mirror and throw hateful words at ourselves. Cow, pig, bitch, whore... We all do it. I will never understand why other people would say stuff like that to another human being, though. What kind of sick pleasure do they get? And people who tell each other to go kill themselves... It makes me sick.
So why did they decide to pick on me all those years ago? How does anyone decide whom to pick on? Because we don't dare to say anything back and would rather hide how hurt we feel than show our emotions and get humiliated.
In this book, or novel, or what you want to call it, I'm gonna tell my story
