You Re So Fat Novels & Stories

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.

"Broad, but not fat. Not too muscle-y either. You're a good hugger." "You're easy to hug," I said. "Yeah." Soraya yawned.

Like they know each other more than they do. He continues; “I know this sounds crazy but, it’s not a game, okay? I need this. And think about what you could do with five million. You could do so many things, you could even change that smoke machine you call a car”, he’s trying to make a joke but, the scowl on her face tells him he failed; “I like my car”, she retorts;

I had learned to apologize just for being alive. The memories snapped shut. The cold asphalt was back against my face. The wind blew a hard gust, and I heard the rustle of the signed divorce papers moving further down the road. My fingers twitched, but I could not close them into a fist. My stomach felt empty and broken, the memory of the red blood on the white ballroom floor making me feel sick all over again. Maybe... everyone was right about me... my mind whispered into the silence. I am too fat. I am too clumsy. I am too ugly to be loved.

My mom was an ex beauty queen,people said am the fat version of her. "Well having your father's body isn't a curse,you are beautiful the way you are,look at those flesh most of them bullies envy them,you dont even have belly fat,you're thick..and chubby but definitely not fat". She's trying to cheer me up i know, no one will ever envy a fat lady. I just went mute ,my lips shivering holding back from crying in her presence. "You know am gonna tell you a secret " I gaze at her with interest.

Trying to change her mood and distract her from the downpour outside, “What? We're not using the window?” A small smile pulls up on her face. “I wouldn't be able to. I'm too fat.” A primitive type of anger fills me on hearing that. She’s not fat, not nearly as fat as the plump women I come across everyday. And when did fat become something to associate with ugliness? “Who told you that?” “My—” She pauses when she's about to give me a name. “No one. Forget about it. It doesn't matter.”

"Maybe if you weren't so damn fat and lazy." I kept cleaning. "Maybe if you spent less time stuffing your face with stupid books, then you might look prettier and find a man who finds you attractive." There it was. The familiar jab. The one he'd been making for years. I felt it. Of course I did. But pain loses its sharpness after enough repetitions. Eventually, it becomes background noise, like traffic, rain, or heartbreak. I tossed the final paper towel into the trash. Richard laughed. The sound was ugly.

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

"No. I'm not saying you're fat." She crossed her arms. "Then what are you saying, Zue?" "Umm. Let's say you are chubby." "Chubby? That's still the same as saying I'm fat." "Well, you are fat then." "Zuerien?!" "What?" "I'm not fat." "Of course you are. You won't stop eating too much, you know." "What?" "Yeah. You eat too much." She pouted like a baby and all he did was smile.

KEVAH'S POV JULY 9TH, 2016 Let me tell you something about myself; I am fat, there I said it. I am a 300lbs, dark skin beauty. You don't have to remind me; you don't have to gawk at my huge ass or frown at my Pudge. It's just not nice. I know I'm motherfucking big, and guess what? I don't motherfucking care what a motherfucker has to say about me.