The fat girl

The stupid jeans won't fit, I hate these Goddamn thighs. Looking up, i
see a fat girl passing by the window, and I get momentarily
distracted.

Her sickly white skin, the way her huge breasts hang over her belly,
it's just disgusting. You can't call her overwight, you can't call her
obese, fat is all i think about as i watch her flesh rippling with
every step she takes.

Ugly.

And fat.

But what kills me, what pisses the hell out of me is that big fat smile
on her face. she has rosy cheeky, dreamy blue eyes, and the most
beautiful smile i have ever seen.

She is fat, she has no right to be that happy.

Here i am, stuck in this expensive little boutique with a pair of jeans
i don't even want biting into my pelvis. my ass looks huge and my belly
is too flabby. and in my sick, anorexic head, i wonder what else i have
to do to lose what i believe is fat but is really only flesh, and the
only way i will ever lose it is once i reach the bone, in my
death.

Here i am , miserable in my ugly skin, and the fat girl is smiling.