"Love Yourself" that's what I was told when I first cried in the washroom.
I didn't know ,I would take those words so seriously .
I loved Myself all my high school.
Never bothered myself because of bullies.
Never stopped eating my favourite Cup Cake...
"Beautiful word ?"I express my shock as his shooting laugh transforms into a killing a smile.
"Yes"he says as he take his iphone out. "And You too are beautiful "he says as he opens his contacts.
My eyes get wide as he asks my number. "What the fuck ?"I get furious. I know some men fuck fat chicks but I don't want to get fucked .
"I apologize ,but I am not asking your number ,you know ,for ..what you think "he explains. "I work at a gym ,you need help "he concludes.
"What ?"anger explodes and I may seriously beat him to death. "Yes,you need help Ms.Plump ,you are in Glamour industry and -"I cut him abruplty.
"I am not in Glamour industry ,okay !!!,I love fashion but I am not gonna change my body for it !"I say and sweat starts washing my forehead.
He hands his hanky to me ,I take his hanky as I lost mine some where. His cologne lingered to his hanky explodes my Brain as his words do.
"You don't need to change your body,you need to get healthier" ,he says . "I am healty !!!"I shout at him.
"150 pounds is not healthy !"he says calmly.
"God! I am not 200 !I am just 150 "I try to say as calmly as possible.
"Look around you,you don't for here ,dear"he says ,smiling one last time before fading into the Party smoke.
I am left to examine his expressions . I look around and find everybody in shape . They are all damn cute ,no ones out of shape. Everyone is either cute or sexy or normal but no one like me . I may look like an Alien to them .
He is right . I don't fit here.
God ! Why am I here. I should've joined journalism. I took fashion designing only for Damion. Damion Falcon was enrolled at New York Fashion Institute ,so I too joined it.
Yes,he is the reason for why I am here. No,he is not ,my hope less crush on him is the reason ? Nope,I am the reason ,I want to look beautiful ,I love fashion ,so I am here.
Several thoughts flod my Brain and tears start dwelling in my eyes . I need Washrooms.
I immediately run towards the girl rest rooms and lock Myself in one of the rooms. Tears spring out spoling my mascara .
This is not how I imagined my first ever Party would be.
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