
"Maddie Fattie... Mad Cow..."
I have always been made fun of.
Called names and bullied.
Even if my mom threatens to lock me in my room if I don't change my diet, I just end up pulling that candy bar out of my secret stash.
I'm Madeline Fowler. And this is my story.
I'm currently 9 years old (I'm turning 10 in a few weeks- would you be coming to my party?) and I'd love to become a princess. But kids in my school says I'm too fat to be one and that I'd rather stick to an elephant costume or Winnie the Pooh. I never told Mom about what was happening at school. That'll just make her force me more to go on that stupid diet. She makes me eat that bland soup and drown myself with oatmeal. Who wants that anyway?!
I never saw myself as too fat, yeah I may be stuck with baby fat but if people would just stop teasing me and calling me names then maybe- just maybe, they'd realize that I'm not a slob as they thought I was. I may not be those girls who gets to be brought to ballet or gymnastics after school by their parents but I try my best to excel in class. I love reading, I make it a point to finish a book in a week (Dad buys them, Mom thinks he's overdoing it but I love him for it). Whenever mom locks me up during dinner for not wanting to eat her diet food, I'd crawl under my sheet tent and bury my head in a book and lose myself in another world.
I hate gym class, I can't run as fast as them and I get tired easily. I don't want to end up being sweaty and running after my breath. But I love my English class, I get to participate a lot and read the books ahead of time. Besides I don't have to partner up with someone with English unlike with gym. They always pick me last in teams. Sometimes, I feign dizziness or headache so I could go to the nurse and skip gym but I'd never do that with English.
Often times I'd pull out a bar of chocolate but I want mom to be happy so I try to stop myself. I just need to concentrate more. I promise I won't sneak behind her back anymore. So I stick my finger up my throat- that makes me vomit the chocolate bar. But I don't feel so good afterwards. So I try not to do it. Only when Dad is away and Mom scolds me for being fat, maybe if I become thinner Mommy will love me more. I think only Dad loves me.
If only I could play more outside then I'll be happier but I can't since I don't have friends.
I just wanted a friend.
Even just one.
Is that too much to ask?
KIDS <3