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the cellulite poured through the lace netting of her skin, pulsating to the rhythym of her steps. children pointed and giggled at her obesity and the stretchmarks she exaggerated. Her head hung low with shame, and her gelatinous arm reached out to receive the icecream cone she ordered from Dairy Queen. She smiled awkwardly, with pouches of fat on either side of her mouth bunching up, said thankyou, and left. she left a trail of pity in her footsteps, and a few "thank god thats not me" thoughts in self concious teen girls' heads. but that was someone, and someone referred to her as "me". She lived with this, her fat suit, but she was beautiful underneath. No one could see.
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Every single medical problem she had was summed up on one convenient word. It wasn't a sprained ankle. It wasn't depression. It wasn't a sleep disorder. It wasn't an eating disorder. It wasn't the result of abuse. It was just such a simple fix and why didn't she do anything? Typical. Just stop being fat. That's why your foot hurts– you're fat. That's why you feel sad— you're fat. That's why you can't sleep well — you're fat. That's why you're staying fat— you're too obsessed with your weight. That's why you're staying fat— you're making excuses for your situation. Go take a walk, fatty. Just lose some weight, fatty. Just eat less food, fatty. Just eat more of the right foods, fatty. Just magically have time and energy, fatty. Just magically have more money, fatty. You don't need help, fatty. You just need to do something, fatty.
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what's it to you?
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