Really Skinny People Novels & Stories

For being fat, ugly and unpopular when I should have been at the top of the food chain with my parents money and love. Instead I am me. Never able to lose weight. Never able to find a man. I’m repulsive with my fat rolls and cellulites. An ass wide enough to park a car and thighs thick as tree trunks. That’s what I’ve always been told. How repulsive I am. How no man would want me for anything but cockwarmer for one night. Being a nice person, being intelligent and hardworking doesn't mean shit to a man. They want someone thin, beautiful and airheaded. Someone they can show to others and be envied for their success to acquire such a beautiful woman.

He seems disappointed by this. "She probably crazy because look at you, I blush when he looks at me with a smirk, You and Nick could be models and your both stuck with me. I'm skinny and not sexy, "I sigh sadly at this. I hate being this way. I'm extremely thin and don't even know if I would look good with curves.

POV: Jeffery Jeffery stood on that stupid stage with lights blinding him from every side. Cameras flashed like crazy, clicking nonstop. His stomach twisted tight. The stripping video still played in his head and probably everyone else’s too. He felt naked all over again, even in this button-up shirt Roland picked out. Whispers rippled through the crowd right away. “Look at him. Total mess.” “Roland Hayes deserves way better.” “He’s just riding the fame train.”

The bartender's response wasn't what I'd expected; she shot me a weird look while cleaning a beer mug. They both wore plain shirts tucked into skinny jeans that somehow squeezed at their ankles. Who wears skinny jeans in 2026? Anyway, that wasn't a dealbreaker, they weren't ugly. Both had neatly trimmed beards that amplified their low-key daddy vibe, with broad shoulders filling out those shirts and they were seductively watching me. Perfect. Because I was going to have a threesome.

“110.2 pounds. Why?” “Do you barely eat? A guy with that low of a weight could be a problem.” I provoked him, adding my thoughts on his physique. “You’re too skinny.” “Why are you even commenting on my weight and appearance? I don’t like criticism, and if it bothers you, don’t look at me while you talk.” “You should understand my point. I’m not criticizing or uncomfortable; it’s just that…” I paused, thinking hard to put my words together. “I knew a guy like you. He died young due to malnutrition.”

It’s like she could fall over with the slightest breeze…’ Zeke could not help but be worried about her because of this. Mimi pouted. “Puh-lease, how am I skinny? I’ve gained 5,5 pounds recently, alright? As an actress, I’m considered to have let myself go to the highest extreme.” “But, the way I see it, you really are very skinny. Just look at how thin your arms are. It feels like I can break them with the slightest force.” Zeke unhappily looked at the tall and skinny woman in front of him. ‘How is she so skinny? Is it because she hasn’t been eating well? She’s not malnourished, is she? She really doesn’t know how to take care of herself.’

He specifically praised my looks at the trial of caddie’s uniform. “These shorts are certainly made for you, Miss Harley.” Lena snickered while hearing about my experience. She smacked my ass playfully. “With your chubby body, this round ass is your free ticket to success, Harley. A normal human will look miserable, but your figure suits your personality.” After learning about werewolves, it was Jenna’s favorite hobby to compare both worlds. She commented on my new caddie’s look and laughed. “A girl with thirty-one BMI is obese in the human world; an epitome of ugliness. People shower her with hate wherever she goes.

Eating and drinking like this, the standard "eat to live, not live to eat." Living by holding your breath, maintaining existence. No wonder her body does not have any excess meat, excess fat at all. The woman is so slim, thin like a paper, only a skeleton in the lab, two backs, absolutely flat. No undulating, winding, attractive curves. Then, he startles, "Oh my God." I've been identified with dumb people ever since. Daisy does not have the energy to take care of the boy. Do not notice the man’s mind changed.

"He used the term 'skinny-fat.' He thinks you have the endurance of a wet paper towel." "Skinny-fat?" I repeated the words like they were a curse. I poked at my stomach. There was a little bit of softness there, sure, but I had hips. I had curves. I wasn't built like my mother or Jimena, who both looked like they were made of lean, elegant wire. I had a bit more substance to me. I flexed my arm, looking for the definition London had helped me build over the last few weeks. It was there, hidden under the surface, but compared to a pack of supernatural wolves who spent their lives training, I probably did look like a marshmallow.

Or worked out to keep herself in shape like she. The girl was really skinny, that she really didn't need to try. Her boobs were like the tiniest of grapes, in the shirt she was putting on. Unlike hers that were like that of a medium sized water melons. She had a tiny waist, not thick like hers. Her hands and fingers were really long, she was almost like a tall lanky man, if it wasn't for her big long natural hair. Her hips were narrow, and her thighs were so skinny, with no trace of any curves. And her ass was flat like board.