Olivia
Trisha's words, calling me a fat ass and a pig, were really bothering me. I know I’m not skinny, and I know I’m considered overweight. I like food, and I am a bit of a stress eater.
After I finished my classes for the day, I asked Anthony if he could take me to the grocery store in his car so I could pick up some stuff for dinner.
“Is there trouble already in your relationship with Mr. Football?” Anthony asked.
“No, I just had another run-in with Trisha,” I replied.
“Girl, you have to not let that loosey-goosey bother you. You know she’s only doing that because she knows she can get a reaction out of you,” Anthony said.
“I try not to let her get to me. She always makes remarks about my weight. I’m just sensitive about it. I have confidence and everything else, but I know I’m n
