Too Fat To Be Loved Novels & Stories

"He wanted to make you less. I want to make you more." My heart cracked open. "I spent two years feeling like I wasn't enough," I whispered. "Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not successful enough. He'd pick me apart piece by piece and call it love. And I believed him. I believed him, Fao. I thought that's what love was supposed to feel like." "It's not." He rose up on his knees, bringing his face level with mine. "Love does not diminish. Love makes you bigger. Braver. More yourself, not less."

Their laughing faces flashed across my mind as I watched them. All the love I shared with Thayer, all the good times we spent—was it all fake? Was Thayer using me all this while? Why is my life so different? Am I cursed? Why is it so hard to experience true love just because I’m chubby? Is it a crime to be chubby? I could live with others mocking me for being chubby, but Thayer calling me those names hurt more than a heart pierced with an arrow. I just wished for the ground to open up and swallow me.

“The last few days, I have been thinking about the time we spent together. I kept looking at the pictures we took and thought about the experiences we’ve had together. It made me realize that you were the one I loved all along. “I never liked Charlotte, she was just my childhood best friend. I had mistaken that affection for love but I have come to my senses now. I’m going to divorce her tomorrow morning and if you would just give me another chance, I promise I’m going to make you the happiest girl in the world. You will never…” I looked at him crossly and proceeded to knock the ring out of his hand. “Stop talking. Every word you say feels like an insult at this point.” “Do you even have any

“Elara’s mother is the daughter of an Alpha. Her brother is currently the Alpha of the Moonbane pack. So Elara is from that descendant. There is no one better than her.” I gritted my teeth. “Marrying Elara would hurt her.” My father relaxed backwards on his seat. “She hates me. Why should I put her through that torture called marriage?” His eyes searched mine for a moment, then he stood up, walking towards me. “Then make her fall in love with you, Alistair. Marrying someone you love wouldn’t be torture, would it?” “How do I make someone who hates me fall in love with me?” He chuckled. “It’s quite simple, you know. Fall in love with her, and you’d see how easy it is to make her happy.’

"Theo doesn't complicate things maliciously. He just has no instinct for restraint." "Sounds exhausting." "He's the best person I know," I said, and it came out without the careful distance I usually maintained around true things. She turned and looked at me. I held it. "You love him," she said. Not a question. "Yes." "You said that it cost you something." "Everything true costs something." She looked at me for a moment longer than usual and I was aware of the exact distance between us and the fact that it was not very much and that I was not going to increase it. Then she turned back to the counter.

He started rubbing his thumb on my stomach slowly. "My thighs rub together. I have a big tummy. I have stretch marks. I have extra fatty curves. I have big breasts. I have more fat in my cheeks." I listed out looking at myself as a lone tear fell from my eye. "Why do you hate them when I love those the most in you?" I don't have an answer to what he asked. His words slapped me in the cheeks. He loves the fat which I hate in my body. He loves my body which I hate. I'm the one who thinks negatively while he looks at me differently.

This is torture. I can’t wait long enough because I want her all for myself…right here beside me, right in my arms all the damn time. I will love you still from the depths of my soul. It’s beyond my control. I’ve waited so long to say this to you. If you’re asking ‘Do I love you this much?’ I do. The instrumental part of the song played when Ashin was right in front of me.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

She continued. "Tom doesn't love me, he loves having me, because he knows that I can't do anything about it." I said. "No, Ki. Trust me he does love you. He's admired you since the day he first saw you. He searched for you everywhere, learned where you work, where you live - everything. When he finally had the chance to get you, he couldn't wait. Tom is a good person, he just doesn't know how to express his emotions. Give him time."