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I’m Sorry

I'm sorry, Earth.
You have to feel the weight of me every second of every day of every year. I'm fat. And ugly. I'm 110 pounds and 11 years old. My 12 almost 13 year old sister is about 90 pounds. I try, and I try and I try but no matter how little I eat, no matter how much I walk, I look down and see the ugliest thing on earth. All my gross, huge fat. I wish, even for just a few hours, that I could be skinny. I'd so much rather be skinny than fat. Skinny girls are beautiful. Which is more likely to be seen on a cover of a magazine: a skinny girl wearing a bikini or a fat girl wearing a bikini? Exactly. When I'm in the bath I imagine myself in the ocean and people screaming "Beched whale!" "Someone save it!" As I said before, I'm going into 6th grade. The puberty grade. For most people. I'm surprised I haven't hit puberty yet, usually pigs like me hit it earlier that middle school. And I have no breasts. All I have is fat. Probably, if I wasn't such an elephant, I'd have no breasts. So I'll grow up to be a fat, no-boob, hideous, loser. Great.

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