All my life I have been called fat. I don’t know why because I’m not fat. Everyone tells me not to listen to my sister but it’s hard. From my mother, father, brother and obviously my sister, they are always calling me fat. My sister is a cyber-bully. She is forever writing shit about me and the family on twitter. She calls me her adopted sister, hippo, whale, fat… etc.
I don’t say anything because I am a nice girl. I don’t drink, smoke or do drugs. It is hard for me to think I’m beautiful. Some of my friends and my boyfriend always ask me why I buy my clothes large. Simple, it’s because I don’t want to show my body. I hate when people tell me I’m fat. I have been hearing it since I was little. I have tried countless of times to ignore them and try to be pretty but in my own eyes I’m an ugly fat duckling that doesn’t belong.
I have tried shaping up but my body doesn’t seem to change. My weight is always a roller coaster. I’m never under 145 or more than 158 pounds. The scale would tell me I lost weight but it doesn’t show. I must have lost some hair or something because I still look the way I do.
I’m tired of her writing on twitter about me and calling me names. I want to ignore every rude and hurting comment about my appearance. I want to wear dresses and anything I like and not worry about how others would think about how I look. I don’t want to be skinny like my sister but I want to be able to actually feel comfortable in my skin and the clothes I wear.
I am one to always keep things bottle in but I can’t keep holding this shit in. it hurts and I don’t want to rant to someone because I don’t want to hear the same shit I have been hearing for years. With me actually being able to type this is actually a step to not bite my tongue. It would be wrong for me to one day punch my own ratchet sister in the face. I’m tired of her talking shit about me…