Kamari Stokes is what most people would call her, fat. Kamari's proud of her body and sees nothing wrong with it. The people around her thinks differently though. Her parents think it's very unhealthy and constantly scold her for not working out and fixing the problem. Her bestfriend, Chanel, on the other hand think she's beautiful and loves how big she is. The people at Kamari's high school make fun of her for having more meat on her body then they do. No matter what anyone says Kamari will always love herself and stay true to herself. Copyright © 2016 Msfanfictional February 21st, 2016

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we are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)

This is a collection of poems, which is now complete. Some of the poems will be previously written poems, while others will be new. They will cover a variety of subjects. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. #Featured@LivePoetsSociety

someone said "poem is an image in words", so let me give you an exquisite landscape of our feelings ,our emotions, let me give you a different view of the world around. "purpose is the reason for a journey and the passion is the fire that lights your way". my purpose is to create an environment for my readers in which they would be able to relate themselves to my poems and lives .let the passion be in you because it is going to be a great journey "as life is the greatest journey a person will ever make".

Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

» Join me where thoughts run free « ❝Your words were the poison tipped arrows that pierced my heart.❞ The beautiful cover is by soundthealarm

"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Alderman literally blows up Jenn's AP Chemistry class, the two of them find themselves stuck with thirty hours of community service. Now if only Jenn can last that long picking up trash with him without combusting from anger, no chemistry humor intended. (current cover by @Razeeta)