I’ve always been the chubby one.
I was fatter than my siblings and friends.
When I was a child,
My family used to make fun of me.
I had to laugh and pretend it was okay.
Otherwise, they’d think I was being a drama queen.
My siblings would mock me by singing made-up songs about my body.
They called me “fattie” and “fatso” all the time.

I had a real problem with it,
But what happened with the person I liked was like a slap on the face.
I was trying to get closer to him.
I thought I deserved a chance at reciprocated love like any other girl.
But I found out that he used to tell people,
That he was friends with me just to borrow my books,
And take my lecture notes.
He said that he also met new people through me.
Those are the only reasons he befriended me.
He said that he hated me,
And hated how I looked.
He also said that he knew I liked him,
But that he could never be with someone who’s fat like me.

He later got together with my closest friend.
Ever since then,
I despise looking at myself in the mirror.
I hate how I look,
And I hate them.