Fat: A Fictional Narrative Essay

In American culture, the obese body is represented very negatively. One factor that contributes to this negative representation is the abundance of negative reactions that people display towards overweight people. It is a stigma that often taints and belittles the person, leading others to judge the individual negatively, rejecting, hating, or ridiculing him or her. That can often lead the obese person to develop sever psychological problems.

"No wonder he cares for you so deeply. You have known him so long." She said almost cheerfully as if it was a good

We’ve grown accustomed to finishing all of our work by Friday evening so that we could go out on the weekends.

“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

It didn’t seem to bother him. He was a tall, thin, silver man, sixty or close to it or a little past it. He had blue eyes as remote as eyes could be. His skin was smooth and bright and he moved like a man with very sound muscles. He walked slowly across the floor towards us and the girl jerked away from me. She flashed across the room to the foot of the stairs and went up them like a deer. She was gone before I could draw a long breath and let it out.

I went to bed as usual that night it was dark and windy outside I fell asleep

“I can’t,” he finally replied, promptly standing up and at turning to take his leave. He stopped

With the final slam of the lid of the trashcan, I threw away years of work, of torture. I threw away my adderall, my hidden doritos and chocolate, my syrup of ipecac, and my food journal. All of my lifelines to my dream: being thin. On that afternoon, my dream waned away as I had one day hoped to.

the bed that held me, and the window-shade at my head was flapping softly in a warm

Soul muttered something I couldn't catch before abruptly pushed my bum onto his lap, allowing me to sit in front of the piano.

“She was probably tired. I heard her say she came from work. I wouldn’t sweat it.”

The question of luck prompted another faint chuckle from him, his hands pausing just before falling upon her breasts. "Nah. A guy like me, I make my own luck. And when a guy like me gets this lucky-" A clever squeeze prompted a small, delightful squirm of her body against his. "I'm going for broke." Anything less would have been an insult to her, a sign that this meant something cheap and tawdry. With every movement of her body he felt the heat in his abdomen grow and his heart rise, perfectly happy to spend hours or even days doing nothing else as long as it meant he could hold her in his arms. But her own movements proved she wanted more, her hand finding a stiffening bulge that continued to grow as she provided her silent permission to go further.

Jordyn checked her watch for the second time. On the off chance he wasn't at the restaurant in the next few minutes, she was going to gather her purse and get back to work. They had been chatting online for a month, and it was his idea to meet for lunch. Still, she was somewhat hesitant about meeting him, and she wasn't going to waste her lunch break waiting for him to show up at the restaurant. She dropped her purse back in the chair when a man sat across from her. He looked different from his photos, but she didn't want to be completely rude and walk away. He was wearing what he said he would be wearing, so she knew it was him.

I lay down on my bed and look at the ceiling. I close my eyes, and just breathe in and out. I'm slowly feeling myself drift off to sleep, when there is a knock at my door. I opened my eyes slowly, and got up off of my bed with a groan.

I wake up from what felt like an endless night. I was tired, and could not keep my eyes open. All I wanted to do was sleep.