Confessions Of The Funny Fat Friend Novels & Stories

Tonight the paper didn’t matter. Behind her the suite door opened and closed. Two familiar voices spilled into the room, laughing, slightly too loud. Julian and Mateo. Her oldest friends. The only two people who had known her before she learned how to be careful. Julian reached her first, still in the open-collared shirt from the rehearsal dinner, sleeves rolled, a fresh bottle dangling from his fingers. Mateo followed with three glasses and the same crooked grin he had worn since they were nineteen. They had been drinking since the restaurant. So had she.

Walked me to class. Asked about my books. I had actually started believing… Maybe someone finally saw me. Then Friday happened. The cafeteria. A dozen people laughing. His friends high-fiving him because he’d won twenty dollars for making “the fat girl” think he liked her. I could still hear the laughter if I let myself think about it too long. I’d never told anyone that story. Not Mom. Not Lila. Nobody. Some embarrassments buried themselves so deep they stopped feeling like memories. They just became part of who you were.

The next confession about me was from the girl next to me. “It says ‘Oh, jeez. How I’d love to turn Yrene into a punching bag. She looks extra fat today…” the girl read and burst into laughter. “…if I can hang her on the ceiling and start punching all day, I promise you girls, you’d love my abs.’ “The girl finished, and everyone burst into laughter, and for the sake of not looking like the fool, I had to smile along even though it wasn’t funny but hurtful. “Alright, that was a funny one, let’s move on please. Yrene? You’re up next.” Reece motioned and I opened my confession.

The freezing wind cut through me, leaving me exposed and shivering. I cried out in humiliation and pain, tears streaming uncontrollably. Laughter erupted all around me. "Look at her tattered clothes. She's so trashy. Hanging there and still acting stubborn." "Showing off her chest on purpose to tempt Daniel. Trying to catch a sugar daddy, huh?" "What a desperate slut, always trying to land someone rich and powerful!" Someone raised a phone to take pictures. I instinctively tried to cover my face. But my hands were bound tightly behind me, and any movement exposed even more of my skin.

He knew that was in the front of his mind. The start of a true six-pack was there. He could look at himself and not be disgusted as well. He was finally happy in his life all because he got a new friend. He had to laugh at that. Every time there was some new thing that he supposedly did to or around Nicole, who was still telling people they were together with no one telling her that she was lying, he had been with Henni. Even the pictures she had been posting on different social media platforms had been old, very old pictures. He had to laugh. Though he did wonder where she was getting them. They weren’t his. He had looked even bigger in them. He had to wait to show everyone that he had chan

"Mum, do you think I am ugly?" I asked looking up to my mum for an honest answer. I asked this question a lot and I think mum was sad about the fact that I didn't feel I was beautiful. Yes, I didn't feel that way because my mates in school called me ugly and fat. As a little girl, I had baby fat till I was eleven. And even in my teenage years, I did lose some pounds during that puberty stage where the boobs grow big, hips get wider and all that, then you start your journey into adulthood. Despite all these, I was still called fat and ugly. I resented looking at myself in the mirror because I didn't want to see the ugly, fat girl that other people saw. I remember an incident that happened whe

A smile spreads across my lips. As I ponder his question, I reflect on it. I’ve been with Bruno for over ten years. We've gone through so many situations together that embarrassment and awkwardness have become long-forgotten feelings. Hassan is something new. I still feel self-conscious about all the marks on my body. I was significantly overweight at one point, which left its traces. On top of that, living so long in the mafia taught me to train, change my eating habits, and most importantly, learn how to defend myself. Because of this, I lost a lot of fat and gained a more defined body.

Within the hour, I was trending everywhere as the infamous "Fake Best Friend" The Internet wanted to tear me apart. Everyone claimed I had been jealous of Elise and deliberately tricked her into eating poisonous mushrooms out of spite. I contacted Elise on WhatsApp and demanded she explain herself publicly. Instead, she blocked me immediately and started livestreaming online. The poisoned classmates were there with her. Elise wept into the camera. "It's all my fault for trusting the wrong person. She told me poisonous mushrooms could let us see the answers to the SAT. I trusted her because I thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was lying to me.

This guy was exactly who I would always lust over but never have a chance in hell with actually dating. He’d let his hair grow out this past month and just shaved it a bit underneath like Jude does. Now he had a messy carmel colored shaggy mess and when he sweats … oh fuck its hot. Illegal. “I want to ask you something, for real … for real on the real,” I said, taking off my gloves. He laughed, flashing his perfect white smile. For weeks now he’d become a good friend, someone I confided in about all my fat girl issues. Okay my mental issues, who knows.

I shook my head and closed my eyes shut, there I saw a headless girl in a dirty gown which Kira do wear in my dreams, holding an axe in her hand. I gasped and opened my eyes back. "Are you okay? You seem worried." Amanda touched my face. "Dad, I think he has a fever. His body is damn hot" My sister said worriedly. "Okay, i will call your mom to take care of him. I'm out." My father walked out of the room and faced Amanda. "Amy, is it really hard to forgive someone that raped you? In front of his friends." I blurted. "Jeez! It's really going to be hard. In fact, I can kill that person but I will just make him suffer and forgive him later." She answered with a shrug.