Ew.
I stared at the lump of fat in front of me.
Ew.
I pinched the fat on my stomach.
Ew.
I pinched my big fat thigh.
Ew.
I pinched my big fat arms
Ew.
I pinched my cheeks.
Tears poured out my eyes again as I stand in front of the mirror, in my underwear. I sobbed quietly, not wanting anyone to come to my room.
"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of them all?" I said, still crying.
Not you, a voice in my head said.
"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the skinniest of them all?" I said again, knowing the answer.
Not you, the voice said again. I sobbed harder and I put a hand over my mouth. I sat on the floor, crying. I reached the desk and my hand began to search for an object.
My best friend.
My drug.
My runaway.
My razor.
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fat
Short Storywe all have insecurities. maybe about our bodies, maybe about our curves, maybe about how much we weight. there are something's that make people think their fat; mirrors, words, scales, clothes, and other peoples. mirrors that show them what they...
