"I.. I... it's just.." She stuttered answering me. "It's caused.. you're just so pretty, so thin, you have lavish and silky hair. You act so gracefully and you have the voice of a princess and you're being nice to a person like me. Someone that's.. fat.. awful.. unlikable.. a loser... I'm completely unlikable.. no one wants to be my friend.. so that's why I'm so confused!"
"Do.. do you really think that lowly of yourself?" I asked with concern. I feel sort of bad about this... It's as if it was my fault that this happened to her... I don't really like to see her upset like this at all...
"Hey.." She clears her throat. "What's it like to be thin and pretty?"
I paused for a moment, attempting to process what she had just said. "Huh? What?" I shook my head, even more, confused than before at her sudden question.
She avoids eye contact and shrugs off the question. "I.. sorry.. that must be a weird question. You don't have to answer that."
