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Hate red
An alternate spelling.
I just visited peyups.com yesterday and I found an article which has kind of talked about me. Its title was:'Fat Ladies Can't Find True Love' or something like that.
The author related her story about having a 'handsome' and 'rich' boyfriend for one year. And yes, like the telenovelic plight of a fat girl, her ex courted her because of a bet. The bet was that he could last having a fat girlfriend for one year.
The saddest part of this story was that the guy admitted this without showing any sign of remorse or shame. It seemed like he sees his ex as nothing but a mere bet, their past is worth nothing but a story worth laughing about.
People seem to choose whom to love based on his or her physical attributes. Sadly, the adage 'Beauty is skin deep' plus the belief that love is much more than just the physical only exists in fairy tales and romantic fiction novels.
So what has all of this got to do with me?
It might seem stupid but I have starved myself for 2 days now, trying my best to content myself with just drinking water. My mom just told me how fat I am (she thinks she's thin by the way...) and has forced me to clean the entire house so that I could get some exercise (as if that would work). I have been requesting her incessantly to allow me to have badminton lessons so I have something enjoyable as well as healthy thing to do. But she won't do it. It's okay for her to play badminton but it's not okay for me. ("Just wait 'til you work and earn your own money already...") Aarrgh!!!
I envy those people who have been given incentives by their parents because they passed the UPCAT and cause hell, their parents truly appreciate the fact that they are going to save a lot of money for their daughter's college.
But me? Nothing.
So now I am stuck here. Trying to figure out how to become as thin as what our society expects me to look like. I hate the fact that the amount of food I eat and the efforts I do everyday are the same as other girls but I get fatter and they don't. I hate being fat. If not for the little intellectual advantage God has given me, I might have hated myself already.
My right foot already has the dreadful kalyo (What's that in English?) but I still try my best to walk wherever I am headed so I could burn my excessive calories. But I still long for food.
Anyways, although I agree with the thoughts in the article I read, I disagree with the saying that 'fat ladies can't find true love.'
I have found true love. In eating food.
An alternate spelling.
I just visited peyups.com yesterday and I found an article which has kind of talked about me. Its title was:'Fat Ladies Can't Find True Love' or something like that.
The author related her story about having a 'handsome' and 'rich' boyfriend for one year. And yes, like the telenovelic plight of a fat girl, her ex courted her because of a bet. The bet was that he could last having a fat girlfriend for one year.
The saddest part of this story was that the guy admitted this without showing any sign of remorse or shame. It seemed like he sees his ex as nothing but a mere bet, their past is worth nothing but a story worth laughing about.
People seem to choose whom to love based on his or her physical attributes. Sadly, the adage 'Beauty is skin deep' plus the belief that love is much more than just the physical only exists in fairy tales and romantic fiction novels.
So what has all of this got to do with me?
It might seem stupid but I have starved myself for 2 days now, trying my best to content myself with just drinking water. My mom just told me how fat I am (she thinks she's thin by the way...) and has forced me to clean the entire house so that I could get some exercise (as if that would work). I have been requesting her incessantly to allow me to have badminton lessons so I have something enjoyable as well as healthy thing to do. But she won't do it. It's okay for her to play badminton but it's not okay for me. ("Just wait 'til you work and earn your own money already...") Aarrgh!!!
I envy those people who have been given incentives by their parents because they passed the UPCAT and cause hell, their parents truly appreciate the fact that they are going to save a lot of money for their daughter's college.
But me? Nothing.
So now I am stuck here. Trying to figure out how to become as thin as what our society expects me to look like. I hate the fact that the amount of food I eat and the efforts I do everyday are the same as other girls but I get fatter and they don't. I hate being fat. If not for the little intellectual advantage God has given me, I might have hated myself already.
My right foot already has the dreadful kalyo (What's that in English?) but I still try my best to walk wherever I am headed so I could burn my excessive calories. But I still long for food.
Anyways, although I agree with the thoughts in the article I read, I disagree with the saying that 'fat ladies can't find true love.'
I have found true love. In eating food.