I watch Heather with a forced smile then sigh thoughts rush to my head.

Why do I have to be fat

Why am I ugly

Why am I loner

I look at Heather she's perfect she slim with long pale blonde hair, her face full of endless beauty and happiness .I close my eyes when was the last time I laughed. Heather could have any friend she wanted but she chose me. She is my only friend and the only person who cares. I can tell her how I feel because then she will leave me and I will be alone. I look at my tummy not flat but round. The top all tight not letting me breathe properly. I can't buy bigger sizes because then everyone will know how fat I am. I weigh so much I can't tell anyone but I feel like I weight a hundred pounds. That's when a thought rushed to my head I will eat less not too much maybe then I can lose some weight.

"Heather, do you think I'm fat a honest answer" I ask.

"Of course not, just eat less chocolate then you'll be slimmer" Heather replied.

"So, you do think I'm fat" I exclaim.

"of course not" Heather mumbles.

"You do, don't you" I shout running off ashamed and scared.