Phat Girl

Jasmine POV "Jasmine get your fat ass up and get ready for school." My mom yelled. Little did she know I had already been up. I was excited for the first day of my senior year even though I didn't like the people I went to school with. They always call me fat, but my Nana always told me before she died don’t let anyone call me fat because I’m not I’m Phat or as some people say thick. It took me a while to get comfortable with my body. I love my body no matter what anyone says including my mother and father. They always tell me I’m fat and I eat too much so they basically try to starve me in this house, but I have a job, so I buy my own things that I put in my room and keep locked away from anyone. I looked in the mirror at my bleached jeans and my black half shirt that said Phat and my black Jordan 11's. I smiled at myself I looked good. I’ve finally took the next step to growing. I didn't usually dress like this my best friend told me it was time to stop hiding my body and show everyone what I’m working with. She was right because I felt beautiful today. I walked downstairs quickly and grabbed an apple and walked out the door. I walked around the corner to my best friend’s house. She was already waiting in her chrome pink charger. Her mouth was gaped open as I got in the car. "Jasmine you look great. Why the hell have you been hiding your body?" I shrugged. I honestly didn't know why I did because I’ve been comfortable with my body for a few years now. I just was sort of a push over. I hated confrontation. She pulled out of her driveway and we headed to school. Time to show people the old Jasmine is long gone. [BW1]The dotted lines represent the start of a new chapter.