I’m fat. And my parents keep telling me to lose weight… even my grandparents say it… I know they want what’s best for me…but it hurts…usually I nod and say I will…or I laugh it off…but a few weeks ago… while on a call with my grandparents, and they were talking about my weight… like I said before, I usually nod, and say that I will… but this time… I handed the phone over to my sister…and I started crying…my dad was so mad, he kicked a chair in anger. I went to my room…crying…hugging my stuffed leopard, Lenny…she is a stuffed animal…but she feels like the only one who understands me….
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