Fatty

So I've finally made it.You know,the place where that word sounds..cute.Not offensive or insulting,just cute.I don't quite know whether this is a place I should be,but I made it.Scratched,tired,hungry and fatigued after the hours of NOT gymming,of NOT being on a diet,of NOT doing Yoga.At a very sorry end of procrastination basically.
But it's good right now.You know,I always thought that being called fat would one day  make me lose it and I'd projectile on everyone until I was sickeningly anorexic.One day,I'd show the world I could be thin too,conform to the stereotype of beauty.But,no..infact,all the ridiculing,the name calling worked like ether and made me go into a slumber like state where all the name calling just became a known melody I swayed to.It's like the sweet release of death.You get so angry so angry and so depressed that you self implode.And then you focus out and  float.
So here's to icecream and cake and pasta and butter chicken.But most importantly,here's to Fatty until my hormones go crazy again and I crawl into bed in a foetal position every night,hoping to not wake up.
Depressed,confused or in denial?Until my next ventout,Cheerios,all.