The Chronicles of a Fat Kid

The distance between her house and her church was ten minutes.

She dreaded these walks but because her doctor told her if she didn't want her heart to suddenly stop, at least 10 minutes walk daily.
This was the only way she could attempt walking because she was too lazy to exercise, also she was a worker in church so she had to attend literally every service.

Sweat drops trickled down her face, her back, her thighs, she was just sweaty all over and she couldn't deal. But this was the price she had to pay for all the junks she had eaten which brought about the fat her body had amassed.
She silently despised herself. She knew she couldn't blame her mom because she took precautionary measures to prevent her from eating so much by; locking the fridges and freezer, buying all the variety of fruits and making salads, even reducing her monthly allowance so she couldn't spend so much on junks.

She knew she just couldn't help herself. She remembered how she ate the last piece of cake her cousin didn't finish just before she left her house for church. She tried to take her mind off it, but her eyes always betrayed her.

What was worse in her opinion wasn't her body weight compared to her friends or family members but the short heavenly feeling she felt every time she put food into her mouth. This feeling never lasted, which was why she kept coming back. No matter how hard she tried to keep away, she just couldn't help herself.

With love, theInspiredCutiee 😘

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