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Trowing up
written by one_chance04:33 PM 2/28/05On the way to gym, they talk.
They talk about the jeans, and their size.
They call out for the world to hear, " My jean size is 14, the 12 size fits my waste better, but it just to small. I want top call out also but i cannot. My jeans read size 22, and their to small all over. I run, and run, trying to flee the voices, but I'm to fat to run, to fat to live. I trow up, my lunch swirls under me, splashing on my feet. I feel only plearsure. This goes on and on after every meal. But on day, their was a swim party. all the girls were in bikini's, but not I. I was still 2 fat to be seen. So ashamed was I by their looks, that I let my wait bring me down to the bottom of the pool, never to arise again. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by KojiTheRejectedOne (3-1-2005 - 11:42 PM)
| Wow, very realistic. You captured the thoughts of a lot of people. Hopefully not you. |
by (guest) (4-10-2005 - 06:14 AM)
| i hope this wasnt you..you shouldnt feel rejected...those peopole are just shallow.lol good luck! :) |
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