WOUNDED

CHAPTER 21

KACELY
Song: Fuckin' perfect - P!nk

Before I know it, it's Saturday. I have so much to do today; I have to go jogging with Amy, come back home and do mine and Afi's laundry. I have to cook too and drop Afi off at her dad's house. And the dessert of the day will be to see Az. I'm so looking forward to that and that's what motivates me more. I do want to study and improve my grades in math but I'm also open to the possibility of what might happen later on.

I put on my sports attire and head out the door. I plug in my ear piece and play my work out playlist.
I press the shuffle button and head out the gate. The weather is colder than usual but the more I run, the warmer I get. Within minutes I'm at the house Amy described. I spot her sitting on a huge rock by the road and call out for her to meet me. She stands up and walks towards me slowly.

"Run!" I tell her.

"No..." She opposes, but increases her speed.

"Come on Amy, you have to put effort into this."

"OK fine!" She yells and starts jogging.
She joins me at the road and I try my best to keep up with her extremely slow pace. Her breathing is so heavy that I'm afraid she might faint.

"I'm tired." She breaths minutes later.

"What?" I laugh. "We've barely covered any distance."

"I told you... I told you this won't work."

"What won't work?"

"This!" She yells and lifts her hands in the air. "I'm no athlete, I'm supposed to be like this for the rest of my life to be extra large." She says and I want to laugh but I stop myself when she bursts into tears before stopping her tracks completely.

OK... What just happened?

"Amy... Hey, listen to me. You aren't supposed to be like this. You aren't cursed or anything. So what if you're extra large? That can change. Your body, your choice."

"I can't do this Kacely, I can't. Trust me I've tried before. I've dieted, I've drank all types of teas, my mom won't even let me drink milk anymore. She says I'm already big enough." She cries further.

"Amy..."

"No let me finish." She says and I take a breath. "I have an older sister and a younger one. They are all so pretty and sexy, normal sized. Whenever we go out for weddings and occasions, they always look so good in whatever they wear while I look like a sac full of potatoes. They get all the compliments and the leftovers are later tossed at me, that's if at all I get noticed. Why can't I be like them? Why do I have to be so big?" She cries further and I hug her tightly, burying my nose in her relaxed hair. I don't even know what to say right now. She wraps her arms around me and I feel her shaking as she sobs further.

I am standing in the middle of a road at 5am and comforting a sad insecure fat girl. What a turn up.

"Hey, Amy." I say and hold her face with both hands.
"Enough with the pity party. Forget about what your mom or sisters or those in the hallway say about you. What matters is what you think of yourself. You should make your body comfortable for you to live in. You should want to get in shape for you, because you want to look beautiful in those gowns, to feel beautiful... For YOU. Ok?" I say and she nods while I wipe her tears. I feel like Jay Shetty right now.

"Here," I say and plug my earphones in her ears. " Listen to the music on this. Bury yourself in it which you run. That'll help." I say and she nods.
"Come on Amy." I say and she puts in more effort.

"🎶 I am dripping in Finesse! It don't make no sense
I am dripping in Finesse! It don't make no sense🎶"

She keeps singing loud as we jog on.