The Designated, Ugly, Fat Friend

They are tall, slender, size 0, and miss populars. And here I am, size 8, 5'4 and forever a wingwoman. When people say they need me, I don't feel happy. I hate it. People are selfish. No one is nice just to be nice. Not unless they want something. And even though I always wanted to believe that our friendship was more important than any guy that came along, I couldn't help but always feel alone. Like the duff. {3 high school friends attending college, love advice included!}