GLUTTONY
314 Words
Fatty, fatso, piggy, porky and chubs those are just some of the names people call me, I don't really care at all.
I love to eat, we eat to live right?
I awoke to the smell of freshly baked lasagna and fried chicken so I rushed to our kitchen and saw my mom preparing our dinner, I immidiately dig in as soon as she put the food in front of me.
My mom is a damn good cook and her dishes always make my mouth water. Today is no different. I ate as much as I want.
When dad died my mom started going to almost every cooking and baking classes there is, but she hardly eats, I guess it's her way of coping up and mine is, well, eating. I eat whatever she cooks.
I'm not blaming my depression for being obese, I guess I just love to eat and eat and eat.
I'm not one of those pretty and skinny popular girls in school, so when one of my classmates invited me to his party I was recluctant at first but when he mentioned the wide range of food that will be served my eyes twinkled with delight, I automatically said yes.
When I arrived in my classmates house I went straight to their kitchen and didn't even mind the ongoing party.
I saw a plate full of mouth watering food so I immidiately stuffed my mouth with food.
I was minding my own business when I heard two people talking
"How stupid of you to give him the wrong plate" the woman angrily said
"I'm sorry I messed up" the man replied
"How are we suppose to kill him now huh? I used up all the poison in that food but you mixed up the plates.
Where is that plate? We should get rid of it before someone else sees it" I can still hear the woman's voice as my vision starts to blurr....
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