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Story: He Called Me Fat
Chloe, my closest friend, slapped my hand away from the top of my strapless dress, which I was attempting to draw up to my neck. She took hold of both of my hands and clasped them in her own.
“I know you’re scared, but you look beautiful, dear. Now say, “I am hot and ferocious.”
“I am sexy and fierce,” I murmured.
“Come on, baby, I know you can do better than that. I’m sexy and fierce.”
“I am so sexy and so fierce!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. This made some of the folks who were walking into the house we were in front of stop and look at me like I was crazy.
I believe Ava Miller shouldn’t wear short skirts or dresses to parties.
“That’s better,” Chloe said, “now, let’s get high-class drunk.” She slung her arm over my shoulder and proceeded to take me up the stairs of the home, which was playing Rihanna’s “Diamonds” at a very loud volume.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my banger legs rubbing against one other, even though Chloe thought I looked great. I felt quite self-conscious since I knew that other people could see it. I used to be a size 18, but then I joined a gym and started running every morning before school. I was a size 12, which was good enough for me but not always.
I would always think of myself as the obese girl who couldn’t breathe after jogging up two flights of stairs. Chloe said I needed to meet people my own age and quit fantasizing that I was Elizabeth waiting for my Mr. Isaac. That’s why I was going to this party.
Chloe waved her palm in front of my face to grab my attention and asked, “Ava, where did you go? I’m going to get drinks for both of us.”
I nodded to her and watched as she proceeded towards the drinks table, which had a lot of various kinds of alcohol on it. I looked about at my classmates, most of whom were from Westbrook Academy, dancing to the loud music while others were making out in every dark nook they could find.
There was a couch a few steps away from where I was standing that Chloe could see me from. She came up to it and sat down. I tugged down on my little black dress and wished I had a band to tie up my thick brown hair since it was making me feel so hot.
I bobbed my head to the music and tried to seem as calm and cool as I could.
“Hey fatty, do you mind going around so my girls and I can sit down?” a voice beside me said. I didn’t think it was meant for me, so I kept bobbing my head and looked at the ground.
“Hey fatty, are you deaf too? Stop taking up so much space and go around.” I knew the person was talking to me, so I glanced up and saw one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.
I saw piercing gray-green eyes looking back at me. I saw his disheveled blonde hair, his slightly crooked nose, which made him even more attractive, and his large pink lips, which were perfect for kissing.
“Ehmm.” I peered back into his eyes and saw that he was looking at me like I was a bug he wanted to get rid of. I looked from him to the two girls, who were dressed in a way that made them appear like whores and were hanging off of both of his arms. They both looked like they weighed half as much as I did and then I remembered that this beautiful Greek woman had called me fat twice.
I could feel the tears coming on, so I kept blinking to keep them from dropping.
“Sorry, I’ll just move,” I said quietly. I got off the couch and put on my outfit. I had never been so aware of my fat thighs before. I spotted a door near the kitchen that led outdoors and started to walk towards it. I don’t know where Chloe went, but I couldn’t remain in here any longer. The door opened to a patio outdoors, and I sat down in a dark area on a chair.
I was so embarrassed and ashamed.
Hey, fatso.
Hey fatso.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the voice of that attractive stranger.
I buried my head in my hand and cried. No, I wasn’t just crying because I was a woman and didn’t want to mess up my makeup. I was full out, weeping my eyes out. I don’t know why that hurt so much, but I assumed that losing six sizes would help since I was always the kid who got her picture taken with a piece of chocolate cake on her lips. Guys who looked like that guy in there would never look at ladies like me. No, they would go for Mimi and Kiki, who he had draped over his arms.
It felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes until I heard the kitchen door open and someone stepped out.
I heard the individual say, “F**k, I need a smoke.” I got anxious because I recognized the voice as the guy who had just called me “fatty” a few minutes before.
He took out a cigarette, and a few seconds later, the air smelt like smoke. I wasn’t weeping as loudly as I had been, but I must have produced a noise that caught his attention because his sharp gray-green eyes turned towards me. He saw that I looked messy from sobbing and moved closer to me.
“Are you okay?” I looked up at him and didn’t utter a thing. Is this the same person who called me fat inside? He couldn’t have because he seemed like he cared about how I answered his question.
He looked down at me for a few seconds, then tilted his head to the side. I realized right once that he knew I was the girl from the inside.
It may have been the way his eyes got bigger or when he mumbled,
“Shit.”
After he yelled at me, I simply sat there and gazed at him. He turned away quickly, and I thought he was going to go, but he moved to the other chair at the other corner of the patio and brought it closer to me.
I watched as he sat down in the chair and drew it further closer to me until our knees were practically touching. I felt self-conscious again about what I was wearing, so I pulled down on my dress.
The handsome stranger’s hand softly brushing my leg made me jump, and as I looked up, I saw worried gray-green eyes.
“Look, I didn’t really mean the fatty comment about inside there.” He stared at me, expecting me to say something in response to his half-hearted apologies, but all I could do was toy with my hands in my lap. I was really bewildered. How could this person who had just insulted me be the same one who was attempting to make me feel better?
I guess hechai didn’t like that I didn’t respond, so he kept on. “Look,” he began, stroking the back of his neck, “I’m a total arsehole, and I say completely assholish things without thinking.”
I was astonished and laughed at the statement, and I wiped the last of my tears away. It looked like my chuckle made him feel better, and he looked down at me and said,
“I’m really sorry. Do you feel better now that I’ve apologized?”
“Kinda,” I murmured.
“Let’s forget about how I was an arsehole for a minute and start over. Hi, I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
He invited me to shake his hand. I was still a bit bewildered and dazed, but I, Fat Aberta, had a tremendously hot belly attempting to make up for what he had done wrong before, and I wasn’t going to mess it up.
I reached out and took his hand in mine. “Hey, I’m Ava,” I began. “It’s not the best way to meet you, but it’s still nice to meet you.”
He laughed and added, “Ohh, I think I deserved that.” His laughing stopped, and a stillness that wasn’t unpleasant but yet wasn’t comfortably formed between us. I was more conscious of our knees touching, and it wasn’t bad at all. It was actually very wonderful.
“I know you’re scared, but you look beautiful, dear. Now say, “I am hot and ferocious.”
“I am sexy and fierce,” I murmured.
“Come on, baby, I know you can do better than that. I’m sexy and fierce.”
“I am so sexy and so fierce!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. This made some of the folks who were walking into the house we were in front of stop and look at me like I was crazy.
I believe Ava Miller shouldn’t wear short skirts or dresses to parties.
“That’s better,” Chloe said, “now, let’s get high-class drunk.” She slung her arm over my shoulder and proceeded to take me up the stairs of the home, which was playing Rihanna’s “Diamonds” at a very loud volume.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my banger legs rubbing against one other, even though Chloe thought I looked great. I felt quite self-conscious since I knew that other people could see it. I used to be a size 18, but then I joined a gym and started running every morning before school. I was a size 12, which was good enough for me but not always.
I would always think of myself as the obese girl who couldn’t breathe after jogging up two flights of stairs. Chloe said I needed to meet people my own age and quit fantasizing that I was Elizabeth waiting for my Mr. Isaac. That’s why I was going to this party.
Chloe waved her palm in front of my face to grab my attention and asked, “Ava, where did you go? I’m going to get drinks for both of us.”
I nodded to her and watched as she proceeded towards the drinks table, which had a lot of various kinds of alcohol on it. I looked about at my classmates, most of whom were from Westbrook Academy, dancing to the loud music while others were making out in every dark nook they could find.
There was a couch a few steps away from where I was standing that Chloe could see me from. She came up to it and sat down. I tugged down on my little black dress and wished I had a band to tie up my thick brown hair since it was making me feel so hot.
I bobbed my head to the music and tried to seem as calm and cool as I could.
“Hey fatty, do you mind going around so my girls and I can sit down?” a voice beside me said. I didn’t think it was meant for me, so I kept bobbing my head and looked at the ground.
“Hey fatty, are you deaf too? Stop taking up so much space and go around.” I knew the person was talking to me, so I glanced up and saw one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.
I saw piercing gray-green eyes looking back at me. I saw his disheveled blonde hair, his slightly crooked nose, which made him even more attractive, and his large pink lips, which were perfect for kissing.
“Ehmm.” I peered back into his eyes and saw that he was looking at me like I was a bug he wanted to get rid of. I looked from him to the two girls, who were dressed in a way that made them appear like whores and were hanging off of both of his arms. They both looked like they weighed half as much as I did and then I remembered that this beautiful Greek woman had called me fat twice.
I could feel the tears coming on, so I kept blinking to keep them from dropping.
“Sorry, I’ll just move,” I said quietly. I got off the couch and put on my outfit. I had never been so aware of my fat thighs before. I spotted a door near the kitchen that led outdoors and started to walk towards it. I don’t know where Chloe went, but I couldn’t remain in here any longer. The door opened to a patio outdoors, and I sat down in a dark area on a chair.
I was so embarrassed and ashamed.
Hey, fatso.
Hey fatso.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the voice of that attractive stranger.
I buried my head in my hand and cried. No, I wasn’t just crying because I was a woman and didn’t want to mess up my makeup. I was full out, weeping my eyes out. I don’t know why that hurt so much, but I assumed that losing six sizes would help since I was always the kid who got her picture taken with a piece of chocolate cake on her lips. Guys who looked like that guy in there would never look at ladies like me. No, they would go for Mimi and Kiki, who he had draped over his arms.
It felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes until I heard the kitchen door open and someone stepped out.
I heard the individual say, “F**k, I need a smoke.” I got anxious because I recognized the voice as the guy who had just called me “fatty” a few minutes before.
He took out a cigarette, and a few seconds later, the air smelt like smoke. I wasn’t weeping as loudly as I had been, but I must have produced a noise that caught his attention because his sharp gray-green eyes turned towards me. He saw that I looked messy from sobbing and moved closer to me.
“Are you okay?” I looked up at him and didn’t utter a thing. Is this the same person who called me fat inside? He couldn’t have because he seemed like he cared about how I answered his question.
He looked down at me for a few seconds, then tilted his head to the side. I realized right once that he knew I was the girl from the inside.
It may have been the way his eyes got bigger or when he mumbled,
“Shit.”
After he yelled at me, I simply sat there and gazed at him. He turned away quickly, and I thought he was going to go, but he moved to the other chair at the other corner of the patio and brought it closer to me.
I watched as he sat down in the chair and drew it further closer to me until our knees were practically touching. I felt self-conscious again about what I was wearing, so I pulled down on my dress.
The handsome stranger’s hand softly brushing my leg made me jump, and as I looked up, I saw worried gray-green eyes.
“Look, I didn’t really mean the fatty comment about inside there.” He stared at me, expecting me to say something in response to his half-hearted apologies, but all I could do was toy with my hands in my lap. I was really bewildered. How could this person who had just insulted me be the same one who was attempting to make me feel better?
I guess hechai didn’t like that I didn’t respond, so he kept on. “Look,” he began, stroking the back of his neck, “I’m a total arsehole, and I say completely assholish things without thinking.”
I was astonished and laughed at the statement, and I wiped the last of my tears away. It looked like my chuckle made him feel better, and he looked down at me and said,
“I’m really sorry. Do you feel better now that I’ve apologized?”
“Kinda,” I murmured.
“Let’s forget about how I was an arsehole for a minute and start over. Hi, I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
He invited me to shake his hand. I was still a bit bewildered and dazed, but I, Fat Aberta, had a tremendously hot belly attempting to make up for what he had done wrong before, and I wasn’t going to mess it up.
I reached out and took his hand in mine. “Hey, I’m Ava,” I began. “It’s not the best way to meet you, but it’s still nice to meet you.”
He laughed and added, “Ohh, I think I deserved that.” His laughing stopped, and a stillness that wasn’t unpleasant but yet wasn’t comfortably formed between us. I was more conscious of our knees touching, and it wasn’t bad at all. It was actually very wonderful.