Novel & Cerita Too Fat To Be Loved

You can't see his face completely if he haven't bowed. His clothes were well-tailored. His apparel might be cost of hundreds and thousands of dollars. He looks improbably handsome and wealthy. His black-tinted hair, pointed nose and exquisite lips, Soraya might say that God preferred him so much. He's way too perfect from head down to his heels! 'Am I dead now? Is this my soulmate from the other world?' She bear her thoughts while staring at the guy at wonder. Her imaginations cut out, "Are you mute?" he sounded impatiently while waiting for the girl's response.

He never could. The fear of loving and loosing, the fear of disappointing a man who put so much faith in him, he couldn’t bear to loose. He would much rather lose love than lose at life. Becoming emotionally dependent on another person would make him less tenacious, he couldn’t have that. When Kenny first moved in with them, Donovan gave him a hard time. Kenny tried his best to be friends with Donovan even while mourning father but all his efforts proved to be futile. Donovan didn’t give him the time of the day, he was completely unsympathetic.

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

“I was thinking about something my mother told me when I was a child.” He opened his eyes, and a gentle smile formed on his full lips. “What did she tell you?” “She said that you can either have wealth or love. It can never be both. I think it was her way of explaining why we used to be poor. Except she didn't give me her love either.” A wry smile appeared, and Darren instantly leaned closer, kissing me as if he tried to take away all the bad memories. I corrected my smile then. “I just think I'm exceptionally lucky.”

He said serious. I gasped. I am not fat . I am only 56 kg with 5'8 height. He is fat . Very fat with all those bulging muscles. Bell that's called hot not fat .My idiot of mind replied. "I am not fat , you are ." I said as I pointed at him. "Yeah yeah whatever helps you to sleep at night. Now go your clothes are in that cupboard. CHANGE AND COME TO SLEEP ON BED ." He said sternly the last part.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I might have acted as a tough cookie through out the day but what I really wanted was to lean on someone's shoulder and cry , but I couldn't because no one liked listening to a fat girl's trouble , even if they did , the moment they had their back turned on me , they will only say the same damn thing 'if it bothers her so much , why don't she stick to her diet ' I know that I had people in my life who genuinely loved and cared about me but how can I burden them with my troubles ? How can I ask them to love me when I couldn't bring myself to love me just as I'm ? If I wanted others to truly love me and accept me , I had to accept myself first.

“You're not allowed to eat anything till tomorrow's evening, you stupid glutton.” “You are so ugly, don't tell anyone I'm your mother.” “Where did you get this stupid figure from? You don't resemble me at all.” “You want love? Why don't you try getting five sizes smaller first.” “You ugly fat thing, when a pretty woman slaps you, you apologize first. Why? Because she's better than you.” “You really thought I would love a fat girl like you? I just used you to get closer to your friend. Get over yourself.”

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

He is just a kid and a kid would never understand what I had been through at that time. “Dimitri do you love fat girls?” I asked him. “I don’t like girls. They are way too much pretentious,” he answered and I chuckled with his answer. “No, I mean what if in the future the girl you liked was a fat girl. What if her hands are way too big and her body plus sized?” I asked him. For some moment, he thought for a while,” Does being fat makes her heart bad?” he asked. “I guess no,” I answered.