The Nerd's Secret Life

Fuck you.

ASH' P.O.V

"Mother, I told you already, I don't fit this." I say, tugging and shifting in the xxs dress. T zipper couldn't even zip half way, and I was too tall. That caused the dress to end at the beginning of my thighs.

"Maybe if you studied to your diet." She glared at me. "You'd be able to fit it! Chanel was able to fit it just, fine."

"Well, Chanel," I mock her, shifting off the dress and heading to my closet, "is anorexic and throws up anything she eats." I pick out a blouse and black skinny jeans.

"And what's wrong with that?"

My eyes widen, stopping the buttoning of my blouse.

"Everything! It's unhealthy!" I finish buttoning my blouse. Standing still, just mountain agape. 'What's wrong with that?' I mentally scoff.

"Unhealthy! You want to talk about unhealthy?" She says, walking towards me.

"This is unhealthy," she gestures my toned body, pinching the muscle on my stomach. I flinch away from her boney hands. "Look," she pinches my biceps and I slap them away, "and this." She pinches my thighs.

"Stop." I back away.

"I can't believe you're this big!"

"Stop!"

"You're a disappointment."