Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

He looked at the little one with doting eyes. Hannah was unhappy the moment she heard her father implying she was getting fat. "Daddy, do you think I eat too much? I'm not fat, not fat at all. How could I be fat when I'm so cute? Benjamin said I'm the most beautiful little girl in the world." "Yes, yes, yes, our little princess is the most beautiful little girl in the world. Daddy doesn't think you're fat. He just thinks it's not good to eat too much."

She pulled her foot back in disgust, adding, "I barely touched you, and you're screaming like that. Fat people are so dramatic. Look at all this fat—you've even got stretch marks now." She jabbed at my swollen thighs, laughing so hard her body shook. "Hey, do you know what Mom just said in the car?" She leaned close to my ear. "She said if your body fat doesn't go down soon, she's sending you to a weight-loss boot camp. I heard they give you only an apple a day and make you run 12 miles. "I think it'd suit you perfectly. You've got enough fat on you to last six months." Notoriously, that place was no different than a torture camp. The fear made my heart race. The monitor started beeping agai

Her tone dripped with disdain as she said, "Being a business owner doesn't prove anything. Looking the way she does, maybe she's got some kind of kleptomania." Her words hit like a slap. My hand beside me curled into a fist before I could stop it. Whispers and muttered comments floated around. Someone even snapped pictures. "Wow, she looks so old! Even older than my mom. Does she not take care of herself?" "Maybe she really has some weird habits." "I thought the woman beside her was her daughter. Turns out that's her mother. What a plot twist! The mother looks younger than the child." Memory after memory of those same judgmental stares began to needle at me again. I could barely breathe.

“Future Daddy, my mommy is a super good cook! She is fair, beautiful and she also has long legs. She is very kind and has a very good character and personality too. You should hurry up and try the food.” Zivon raised his brows. “Are you sure that the person that you’re talking about is your mommy?” What did this man mean?! Was it that she didn’t cook well, didn’t have fair skin, wasn’t beautiful or that her legs weren’t long at all? Xavia said angrily, “Why do you care about how I am?” She sat down on her seat and ate by herself. Zivon looked at her grumpy posture. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he asked Yulia in a soft voice, “Did you see that? Your mommy has the worst temper

And Adrian… I stopped the thought before it could fully take shape, before it could become something I would have to examine too closely. I wouldn’t allow any of it. “David,” I said softly, catching his hand before he knocked over part of the wall. “Look at Mama for a second.” He paused, his eyes lifting to mine. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said gently, pulling him into my lap. “But I need to tell you something important. Remember Mama’s new job? The big one?” He nodded. “The one with the bad men.” A quiet breath slipped out of me.

What a dumbass brother of mine. "How thoughtful Mr. Amadeus can be? Hiring men to guard my daughter. Truly interesting." I heard from Dad and mom beside him, smirking. "I know you know the girl we have followed here, she's our daughter's friend. That fat woman with floral blazers." She inquired. Syd happened to hear it and she eventually reacted, "What the? I'm not fat! I'm just chubby! Tash, you should teach your mom about the difference between things." She said irritatedly.

I start, but she interrupts me with a shake of her head. "I'm proud of you, son," she says, her voice tinged with relief as she exhales heavily. Her eyes wander for a moment before meeting mine again. The shock hasn't entirely left her face. "I'm glad you defended me and yourself," she continues, her words carrying the weight of years of silent frustration with her sister. "Amanda is toxic, selfish, and downright arrogant. She's always been that way, putting herself above all else, caring little for anyone else's feelings. What a bitch," Maama vents, her tone laced with bitterness.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.