Your So Fat Jokes 2023 Novels & Stories

When my online boyfriend insisted on receiving a picture of me, the class belle, Callista Xavery, snatched my phone from my hand. She said, “You’re a real wrecking ball. He’ll run for the hills the second he sees you. Just send a photo of me instead. That way you won’t scare him off.” My other classmates also mocked me, saying, “You’re out here dripping grease and still trying to online date? That’s straight-up catfishing.” I pinched the thickness around my fat and hesitated about whether I should really send a photo of Callista or not. Just then, a barrage of floating words flashed before my eyes. [That fat girl’s online boyfriend is a top-tier Claremont trust-fund heir who loves flexi

I smiled at them. "Hey look at that smile!" Anna cheered me up. I giggled through my tears. "So on this note, let's order a pizza," Edward said. "No please I am full already, I drank four cups of coffee" Sofia got up to leave. "I don't want to get fat yet I am working out to get six packs abs for my crush" Edward flexed his muscles. "One slice doesn't make you fat" Sofia poked him with her elbow. "Oh, then why don't you eat as well?" He taunted.

Audrey answered with a pout, “at this point I am going to become so fat” Another laugh resonated from Nathan and he had to say sorry even if he was still laughing, “You? Get fat? Bless your delusional heart Nessa. You eat a lot but you don’t get fat, don’t you know that?” The lady beside him rolled her eyes and hummed. “I don’t joke with my food”

I murmur, looking through the stuff, "Half of this won't make it past my ass." "Hey, I love your ass," Leo rushes to say, but his mom gasps so he makes a grimace, realizing what he said in front of her, "That was a joke." "Don't be crass, especially not in front of other people," she chastises him, "You are definitely not fat, Jolene and I'm sure we'll find something you love in your size." Huh. My mom would've called me an obese whale by now, but I guess not all moms are the same.

He screamed ridiculously like a child. I covered his mouth with my hand. "Stop it... Flynn!" "Why should I?" "Just stop it! I'm not fat okay?" " Prove it," "How?" "Kiss me." I was dumbfounded. "No" "No?" "Yeah. How does that prove I am NOT fat?" "Because fat people kisses are so timid and light, not affecting and so boring." "Gosh you're such a womanizer!" "No I'm not." "Yes you are!" "You've even kissed fat ladies..."

Martha, Anita and Lauren giggled to themselves before they raised their hands. “Yes” Justin muttered, his voice was emotionless. “It’s said that you’re very kind and helpful, I was wondering if you’ve got any help to render for the slim people who are trying to be obese” This felt like a blow on his face and he just glared at them without a word. “I’ve got an obese cousin who’s dying to lose weight. Should I send her your gym address? I’m sure you’ll be a great instructor and if you can help that fat thing over there, you can help anything in the world” Martha teased and everyone burst into laughter.

“Eeek! We’re going to a party!” “Yeah-ouch! Get your fat ass off of me! You’re crushing me!” I yelled in a muffled voice from beneath her. Actually, she wasn’t anywhere near fat, she was just as skinny and small as I was, but I've always loved to call her like that. It was more like a stupid joke between us. She burst into a fit of laughter, quickly rolling off of me, now laying down right next to me, removing the strands of her jet black locks fallen over her face.

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

I re-focused on the road. My little sister didn't think of herself as beautiful, at all. She makes self-deprecating jokes frequently, calling herself "fat" or "chubby." I couldn't stand that, but I couldn't very well correct her the way I wanted to. Maybe she did carry a little more weight than she wanted to, but it didn't make her look ugly. The opposite in fact.

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.”