‘No one asked me,’ she said looking up at me this time. ‘I’m fat.’ The way that she looked at me and said that she was fat was her way of tr...ing to determine if I agreed with her perception of herself. I looked over at her with her fisted hands and tears running down her red face. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. The feelings that I felt for her went beyond her outside appearance. She was my wicked smart friend. Yeah, I knew she was overweight, but I never saw her as an ugly. “I swear if you come in here and jump on me, I’ll tickle you until you pee your pants.”“You’re mean. It’s time for breakfast, we can’t open presents until you come.”“I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”“Hurry up.”I got cleaned up and headed down to the kitchen. It was time for the annual Christmas Day breakfast; a tradition that had been going on for about 12 years or so. We had homemade waffles that were filled with pieces of bacon placed on the waffle iron. Those waffles were awesome, with. I was really proud of you in there when you came to thedecision on your own to go with the right car seat for your new self. I'msure some part of you still wanted that icky older boy seat with its drabcolors, but you'll feel so much more innocent and cute in the one youpicked. It's also pretty clear that's what you need."Thinking back to how close he had come to another full blown panic attackinside the store, Joe gripped his teacher Barbie close in the crook ofhis right arm as he pushed on the. How do you like that bitch? I’m going to make your daughter my bitch just like her mother”.Dora was shaking her head sideways but continued to crawl as she finally reached the trashcan and dumped the paper only to crawl again to pick up something else.Lucy watched her mother and the maid. She couldn’t believe she saw it. She wanted at first to go out and do something about it but the maid was much larger than her, and her mother wasn’t even trying to stop it. She also noticed she was leaking.