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I had a breakdown in theater class that dragged all the way to english class. In theater we read a play that was about child sexual abuse. Then it went on about the different voices that come through one's life. One of them was fat. It hit home so hard and fast -- then I talked with the person that wrote it. She is so sweet and beautiful. I just burst into tears right in front of her. She didn't have to ask, she just hugged me and she knew.
I kept crying though. The english teacher told me I could go. So now I'm here. Eating 'fat.' Having a fat party - as Ally said. But it tastes so different. It actually has flavor - it's no longer bitter. I feel better, but I am still aware that it happened to me. Yes, it happened to me. And I told Ally " Thank you for overcoming it. Heh, at least we try to everyday. " She agreed. It'll never go away, but she said "Now you can put it in it's place."
I'm going to put things in their place.
I kept crying though. The english teacher told me I could go. So now I'm here. Eating 'fat.' Having a fat party - as Ally said. But it tastes so different. It actually has flavor - it's no longer bitter. I feel better, but I am still aware that it happened to me. Yes, it happened to me. And I told Ally " Thank you for overcoming it. Heh, at least we try to everyday. " She agreed. It'll never go away, but she said "Now you can put it in it's place."
I'm going to put things in their place.