A Fat Girl's Life

This blog is about exactly what its title implies. A fat girl, telling you about life as seen from her eyes. If it is slightly skewed, you can blame it on the fact that her eyes have been squished by her plump cheeks.

I’m not a girl. I’m a fat girl.

And really, it’s not the same thing.

Almost every thing in my day is linked to being fat. If someone looks at me, I think they’re looking at my paunch. If a guy friend calls to hang out with me, it’s ‘coz I think he wants me to call my hot friend, so he can hang out with her.

Sometimes I even think I would do better at work if I was thinner.

Tonight I went out with two very close friends – a girl and a guy – and we had a really good time, with lots of laughs and free shots. Then, somewhere during the night, the two of them spent 5 whole minutes discussing their mutual attraction for each other. It made me feel completely left out, and also a bit sad. Why wasn’t I the one being flattered with confessions of attraction?

And the most haunting question was, as long as I’m fat, will I ever be?


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