I am fat.
Don’t tell me it’s not true. Don’t tell me it’s okay. Don’t tell me I look stick thin to you.
Also, don’t say things like “Look at me” or “If you’re fat I’m a Hippo”.
Don’t say that because you’re not me. You didn’t gain weight, you didn’t go from 0 to 10.
I become so uncomfortable with myself. I become so very self-conscious. I should dig a hole.
I cannot even look at myself, both in mirror and real life. I should hide in the hole.
You’re not the one who jogs 45mins 5 days a week and then have to stay in bed with an injury.
You’re not the one who eats 5 half meals a day then now 4 full meals a day because you can’t prepare your own organic greens but have to eat the sinful indulgences your Aunt prepares.
I want to conceal myself in a bucket but NO I am too fat I cannot fit in. I should go live in a cave.
Live in a cave in a jungle and scare the deers and bambiis away. And then let the tigers and lions eat me alive and become obese from all the fats from my body. I rather haunt an animal forever than walk out of my house now and let anyone at all see me.
I am taking a break, I don’t want to see anyone at all. So stop looking for me.
Bye bye. I love you.
When you see a fat tiger or lion mourn for me okay. At least in your memory I was thin )’:
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