The biting, sarcastic voice of my fiancee, Madison Hodge, rang out once more."Can you stop eating? I can see your double chin already. Do you seriously expect me to marry you when you look as fat and ugly as a pig? I'm warning you. If you don't get your weight down to 140 pounds, you can forget about us getting married!"I stared at my reflection in the mirror, having just gotten over the shock of hearing my cat, Furball's, thoughts.Standing at 6 feet tall and weighing 160 pounds meant I had a perfectly healthy body weight, but Madison said I looked like a pig.All along, out of my deep love for her, I tried my best to lose weight. I ate one meal a day and worked out like crazy all the time. Despite how starved and exhausted I was, I was desperate to lose the weight and earn her approval.Yet, not only did she not care about how hard it was for me, but she kept mocking me with snide remarks.I was beyond disheartened.Meanwhile, Daniel Webb stuffed the imported fruits I bought
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