Ugly Fat Girl Novels & Stories

“In front of everyone.” Mariah’s eyes flash with anger. “No. You told the truth. Big difference.” I shake my head violently, tears spilling all over again. “They were laughing at me, Mariah. All of them. Even Jackson just… stood there.” My throat tightens until it hurts to swallow. “I’m so tired of being the joke.” Mariah takes my hands, forcing me to look at her. “Listen to me. You are not a joke.” “Yes, I am!” The words rip from my chest, jagged and sharp. “I’m the fat girl, Mariah. The embarrassing sister. The one who never fits in no matter what she does. That’s all anyone ever sees when they look at me.”

“I’m not sad. I just remember my struggle—how I had to exercise diligently, train hard, even go back to school to prove I wasn’t that ugly fat woman.” “Remember this! One day David will beg for your love.” “It’s only a matter of days now.”

She stared at her reflection and touched her cheeks. "I gained weight.! . I'm fat!" She lamented,, her eyes tearing up. "You..." "I'm ugly... I look ugly. Now Liam won't love me anymore" She began to sob. Adam face palmed himself and shook his head. "Tell me Adam, Do I look ugly?... " "No Jasmine! You don't... I think it's part of the sign, if actually it's what I'm thinking" Adam said. "Uhn?... What sign?..."

"Shit. I'm sorry." He took a napkin to his face and then blotted off his food, still prepared to eat it. Gross. "I don't think she's ugly. I mean, we haven't met in person, but her pictures are pretty." "Does she have a great personality?" I knew in guy language that wasn't a compliment. I dug my phone out of my purse and found a picture of her. He was clearly impressed by the sight. "Damn. She's hot. So what's the problem?"

Beside him, a girl 17-18 years of age with a goddess-like beauty that has white-silver hair is smiling beside him in happiness. They’re followed by a fat man, but his fatness does not look like a burden to him when he fights. It even looks like there is some iron-like muscle hiding behind that fat, because his body and some muscle arrangement and biceps of his seems like the body of an expert. Also, there’s a natural looking beautiful girl who is walking beside the fat man. She has an elegant demeanor like a girl who’s working in a palace, and the one that follows them the last is a big black dog.

With the combined strength of the two women, Trishia could not move even though she was so sick of being touched by the fat woman. "I must admit you are prettier in person." The fat woman uttered shaking Trishia's face like she was checking and fancying every detail of her face. "Oh yeah, and you are ugly!" Trishia's weak voice sounded tough. Her lips were busted due to the many hits she got from the fat woman but she didn't care at all. Trishia had no trace of surrendering her fate to these gangsters. Her disgust and irritation were written all over her face.

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

I recognized her immediately—Dina. The mean girl. She stands with her weight on one hip, her uniform sitting on her like it was tailored twice, a small deliberate smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. “Hi, lost puppy,” Every word is soaked in a particular brand of cruelty that hides behind a pleasant tone and dares you to call it out. I open my mouth— “You don’t get to call her that” Belle is beside me before I even register her moving. She doesn't raise her voice. She just stands there, shoulders square, expression pleasant in the way that a closed door is pleasant.

“What words, Élianor? Talk, finally! Stop with your business threats and your buyout offers! Tell me what happened in that schoolyard.” His voice has lost its calm. There’s a demand, a frustration that makes the last dam inside me give way. The words gush forth. Like pus. Like black blood. “‘Fat cow.’ That was my name. Because I had breasts at fifteen, woman’s hips. Because I wasn’t a slender reed like Liora. ‘The Ugly One.’ Because my hair frizzed despite the blow-dries, because my clothes smelled of the factory outlet, not the downtown boutique. ‘Sausage.’ ‘The Loire.’ Because I fled, head down, and my desperate running made them laugh. ‘Filth.’ Always that word. As if my very existence wa

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”