Ode to the Fat Girl
Ode to the Fat Girl
You know who she is. That girl who is practically welded into a pair of jeans that look like they are about to pop. And a rather loose-fitting tee shirt designed to lessen the immense mass that is her body. You look at her and wonder how on earth could anyone let themselves get that way. I'll bet you've also made it pretty clear to her that you think she has a problem. That she is some kind of freak that doesn't seem to fit into your perfect mold of the way you think people should look like. And if they aren't, they are ridiculed, and made an object of mockery. Don't you think that she looks in the mirror? Has it ever occurred to you that she probably has already figured out that she is overweight? She doesn't need you to tell her that for her. Yet day after day you make a point to shatter what's left of her already fragile self-esteem.
She's tried to diet, and to exercise. But when she comes home at night, she thinks about the toils of her day, and makes a bee line to the kitchen, for food will still be her friend, even if she is fat.
She eats, and eats. Then feels horribly guilty. She wishes she would develop one of those eating disorders, then maybe she would be skinny, even if it risks her health and life, anything to be thin. But she decides that that's a crazy thing to think and tries to think of happy things. So, she eats to try to ease her sorrow, and to dull her pain.
She continues to go to school, and not stick up for herself..
Cause she is after all, just the fat girl.
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