Your So Fat Novels & Stories

"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.

"You know my dear sister, you're a lady. Don't you think, this is the right time for you to reduce. It's like you're gaining weight every day. Your body is now like four people in one body. What is the use of a whole-body mirror in your room if you can't see how big your body's? You look like a walking closet. Maybe in the next few days, our maid will be confused and she will think you are a closet." "Your brother is right," mom said. "Mom..." "Fatima, maybe Kier is always teasing you to make you conscious. We're only thinking about your welfare. Maybe it's time for you to lose weight. You're so fat, hija." "Listen to what your mother says," my dad said. "You need to reduce. Your beauty will

Sutton When something important is on your mind, sometimes you just have to blurt it out. So that is precisely what I did. “Do you think my ass is getting bigger?” Candice choked on the sip of diet soda she had just sipped. “Excuse me?” I frowned. “You heard me. Obviously, it is because your face resembles Old Man Mackey’s barn when it’s freshly painted, shit, damn, and hell. I’m really fatty, aren’t I?”

she says, pulling another five dollar bill out of her coat, not asking my opinion on the matter, then hands me her frappé, "I can't deal with that dumb stuff. If you ever call yourself fat again I'm going to kill you, you know why?" "Why?" "Because then I’m fat too, so every time you think that about yourself, you're calling me fat. And you don't want to do that to your bestie, do you?" "But that's not true," I say, looking down at her slim body. "We look exactly the same! We share clothes all the time, do you think you could fit into them if you were really fat?" "I couldn't fit in your pants the other day, remember?"

His friends chuckled, and went over to the dining table, the seven of them started eating, after feeding their over-bloated tummies. Mama Sarah realized why they are so fat, they eat too much, Boss Sima burped his stomach and grinned. “Brother Cool, you shouldn't eat like us, you wouldn't want to look like us again, your wife won't like you the way she is doing now,” Boss Sima said tauntingly. Boss Cool chuckled and shook his head, “I don't have to bother to watch my weight again, since Mama Sarah is here” he replied. “The food tastes great” Mama Sarah commented and gave Boss Sima a thumb up.

"Oh, I'm too fat to wear it!" “Come on. You're only 45 kilograms, okay? "And I'm too mature. Such a childish and lovely style is not suitable for me.”

"I'm okay… as long as you take me to a restaurant first… I want to pamper my stomach, Sary said I'm too skinny… so I have to gain weight…?” “Oh… okay?” Jun answered in a questioning tone, as if he isn't sure. "Why? Koreans don't like fat women, do they?" "It's not like that… but you already look good like this.. you don't need to listen to what people say… you have to be enough with yourself… to be happy…” "Then if I'm fat.. how about you.. you won't like me huh?" Jun chuckled, “I'm not that petty… I like you not because you're skinny or fat…its because you are you…”

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!!! "

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.