I am Fat

You don't know me.

And obviously I don't know you, I know nothing about you; no age, no name, no eye-colour, no height and weight. Nothing. Seriously, I'm not even sure what brings you here and why you're reading this. Maybe because of the Title? Or…expressions that I use? Heh, one way or another I managed to make you continue still.

Here's the deal, I might not know anything about you, but I am sure you will learn a lot about me in the future..of course, only if your mind accepts the fact that my writing is not great and I might have spelling mistakes. Grammar is hard, but as the French say 'Ce ne pas grave'.

My story begins in the poor country of Europe, Romania. Yeah well, you see, I never liked that place. I think that's the main reason I'm currently living in the center of Germany. I was born on the 10th of April 1999, I have a mother, a father and 2 siblings. I lived in Romania until I turned 13, then somehow, me and my family managed to escape that place for a better future; and when I say escape, I mean ESCAPE. No, my dad wasn't in jail and no, we weren't held captive by some gangsters or something…What I mean is, it felt pretty difficult to leave everything behind. I was only a kid back then, but I still remember how hard it was to leave all my toys, my books and everything I had behind. Only one suitcase I was able to bring with me, that's all.

I have brown eyes, brown hair that gets brighter in summer. I wear Make-Up, yes, don't judge me. I feel that using it is like an Art, instead of painting a paper, you 'paint' your face. I like to draw and to sing. I had couple of concerts until now and I feel quite proud of that.

And even though I have all these things in my life, there is still something that kills me with each second. I AM FAT.

You heard it, yes. Well, I am not obese, no, but I am sure I cannot be called skinny, which I wish I was. There are quite few things that brought me to this state: I moved to Germany, and damn their food is great; and I am a lazy a*s that's too lazy to even be lazy.

I even had depression because of it, I seriously cut myself, I took pills to die and cried in the middle of the night. How I went over it and who even started it? Haha. Well, that's another story…I'm just gonna say two words: MY FATHER.

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