The Billionaire's Curvy Assistant
“You’re too fat! Cut your food portion!”
It was weird that the more my mom forbade me to eat more, the more I wanted it. Maybe it had already formed a habit. It could be my small rebellion too. Slowly but surely, my weight kept adding. I was 5 feet and 3 inches and 165 pounds. I knew it was overweight already. When I realized it, it was already hard to lose the weight.
My mom kept pestering me daily, “Don’t be too fat. None will want you! It will be so hard to be thin again. Go on a diet!” What she said was like adding some woods to a furnace, burning my suffering more and more each day.