puberty came and went in time for her to reach high school, but her weight hadn't seemed to fluctuate much with it.

her friends remained as beautiful as ever, with their extra small shirts and thigh gaps, while she stuck out in the group like a sore thumb.

they would all go to the mall together, and while her friends shopped for clothes to show off their perfect figures, she was looking for clothes to hide her own hideous one.

after all, nobody wants to see the body of an elephant on a teenage girl.

guys would always check her friends out, some would even ask for their numbers, but a lot of time there was just smiling and looking.

nobody ever looked at her, and she wasn't stupid, she knew why.

and one day she finally heard it firsthand, her own self loathing finally validated by the sex she longed to be accepted by.

"that group of girls is hot. except the fat one. she'd honestly probably be prettier if she lost some weight."

well, it wasn't as if he was wrong, was he?