You Re So Fat Novels & Stories

fat man. At last, Ye Wan can't bear it! No girl can bear to be said to be fat in person! A "pop!" Ye Wan suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and shot like a sharp blade at Lin Nai on the opposite side. "Lin! Missing! What happened to me at 150 kilograms! What's wrong with my fat! Have you eaten your rice!!! "

Maya asked pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about “Come on Maya, you know what I am talking about, I want you” “In what way?” “I can show you” “No way, I am tired tonight” “Come on baby, I know you want me too” “Stop acting like you still find me attractive with all this weight I have grown” “I still find you attractive darling, you’ve gained only a little weight” “Wow, you just called me fat, so I’m fat now, aren’t you the one that got me to this state I am in” “Hey calm down, I didn’t say you were fat, you are beautiful”

Whoever did this has embedded it deeply into her being. “I know you don’t believe me yet, I can tell, but I would never lie to you, Ath. You are not fat. And even if you were, there would be nothing wrong with you still. You are kind, loving, loyal to a fault and funny as hell. Whoever turns out to be your second chance mate will be the luckiest man alive. I am going to continue to tell you that until you believe me, even if I have to tell you a million times more”.

She exclaimed and added chicken strips to the casserole dispersing the aroma more. "Sopas?!" I drooled out. "What more can I ask for you 'Nay! You're always making me special. I'm just lucky for not getting fat." I laugh touching my flat belly. Well, I can't be. I have works to be done, and excess weight is not good news for those. "Wait," Nay Julie suspiciously stopped me but I still responded with a smile. "What got into you? You smile a little brightest today." Am I?

I yelled, “I can take anything but not this” She put her hands on my cheek “You don’t have to be so dramatic about it, it’s just a makeover. But first we’ll have to go shopping for you, you know get a whole new look. If only fat girls used to notice you before, then trust me, all the hot girls will want you after this” I shrugged her hands off “No, thank you. I’m very comfortable being with my fat ladies” “Well, since you won’t play nice” she brought out her phone and dialed a number

am I this tired? “You—

I murmured quietly. “I…it’s because I’m fat,” she mumbled as she looked at the floor, flushing in embarrassment. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She was not fat in any definition of the word, and even if she was chubby or bigger, she would never be fat. That was a cruel word that did nothing but tear people, mainly females, down. I knew that not everyone was supposed to be 90 lb soaking wet. I took a deep breath to try to calm the surge of anger. I knew exactly why Jenny thought she was fat. Candice had made Naomi feel the same way growing up. I rolled my shoulders back as I pulled my phone out.

Liam shook his head crossing his legs, "You got this wrong. Like I said, he was eleven. I was pretty sure I used to make fun of girls when I was eleven just cause I could. Besides that's the past. Cut him some slack. And you're not over-weight, you're round. There is a difference, any weight that exercises can't get rid off, well that's just you. Some people are built like that, look at me, I'm lanky as a street pole, probably never be buff like the men in a catalogue, but that's okay. That's me, I have to deal with it. Just dress sexy like you love yourself and that's all men want. And it's more fun eating a pizza than a hot dog, right?"

Thankful that my fear wasn't obvious. But Valerie just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You think you're better than us now, don't you?” She asked me. “With your slime figure and your stupid change of wardrobe, but let me tell you something, you can never be one of us. You'll always be a fat girl, no matter how much weight you loose. No matter how much you change your dressing, trying to look different. The shadow of being fat will always follow you around.” Valerie said and her minions agreed by snickering behind her with laughters.

They always have excuses. “I’m not big, just big boned,” he said. Michael could fool himself but he couldn’t fool the skinny kids. “I’m fat. Butterball fat,” he would tell the person staring back at him in the mirror, smart enough to know that no fat kid ever got thin unless they started calling themselves what they really were. “I’m Santa-Claus fat. I’m I-make-you-sick fat. I’m I-make-myself-sick fat.” He was something else also, but that was harder to say.