Diary of an Adorable Fat Girl: The first three books by Bloom Bernice

Author:Bloom, Bernice [Bloom, Bernice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gold Medals Media Ltd
Published: 2017-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

By 3am there was no doubt that we were on a party boat. Veronica and I had tried to be good sports, we really had, but we were far too old to want to dance the night away or get fondled by amorous teenagers. I had managed to win a bottle of unbelievably disgusting ‘champagne’ from having a bloke’s testicles dangled into my face. Before you judge me – I wasn’t aware that I had agreed to this, I wasn’t even aware that it was going to happen. The barman announced something, everyone started chanting and looking over at us, so I waved. Veronica smiled and waved too. We were just being friendly. Next thing, everyone was slow clapping and he shouted, “Will you?” I looked at him hopelessly and he repeated, “Come on, lady in pink – say you will.”

I said “OK” fearing that I’d have to dance with an 18-year-old, but instead there was a loud cheer and a young man clambered onto the table next to our reclined seats. He pulled down his trousers, straddled my face and I had his horrible, wrinkly, teenage balls in my face before I could think straight. Then I was stuck. What could I do? Sitting up would have brought me into even closer proximity, so I closed my eyes, ignored them, and waited for him to get off. When he finally dismounted, I turned to Veronica; her eyes were out on stalks.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked.

“We must never speak of this again,” I said. “Never.”

“OK. But…what? Why did you do that? Who are you?”

“I got stuck,” I said. “I was embarrassed and confused. I didn’t know what to do.”

The guy who’d dangled his bits in my face handed me my bottle of ‘champagne’, then turned to his friend. “That’s the first time I’ve had my bollocks in a really fat girl’s face,” he said, and they both laughed heartily as they walked back towards the bar.

I felt like shit. I rolled over on the seat, curled up and pretend to go to sleep. I was drunk, tired and felt horrible. It was all my own fault so I wasn’t looking for any sympathy, but as I closed my eyes against the wild partying on the boat, I thought about how horrible it was to be ‘the fat girl’ that they were all laughing at, and I started to cry.

I’d been ‘the fat girl’ for years. And I knew why… it was because whenever anything went even remotely wrong, I’d find myself eating huge amounts of food before I’d even realised what was happening. My mum would say something about my hair looking funny or someone at work would tell me I hadn’t put the plants in the right place, and I’d feel devastated and the need to stuff myself with food until I just couldn’t feel anything more would completely overwhelm me. Until I’d forced the feelings down with food, I couldn’t cope. I’d feel like I’d

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