I Was Called Fat. Twice. Different Occasions. Devastating

Being made fun of for being fat showed me how dependent I still am on external validation for being pretty, though it shakes me to admit I am not above it all.

American Culture Demands We Hide Shame. I guess that’s why I flee from the “L” word.

Someone expressed interest in me. Maybe, I thought. But then he said it was obvious that I was lonely. I felt like he knew I was a loser and was rubbing it in. I couldn’t bear to see him again. It may be true, but don’t say it and make it real.