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Whispered Wishes

BlueSparrowWrites
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Aisha Theresa Benson is just your regular tall, black, and chubby teenage girl. Growing up, she had always had a problem with herself, always wishing to change many things about herself but she could never confide in anyone about how she truly felt. They were always whispered wishes. That is until, she moves to a different city, where everything happens to be different from back home. She meets people just like her, people who understand her, and someone who looks at her as if she is the only woman in his world. Her whispered wishes are finally being heard.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Have you ever wondered what it would be like, if you could just change a few things about yourself? How different would I be? How would people see me?

I have never truly adored loved and cherished myself. I was uncomfortable in my own skin seventy percent of the time. There were the days I wished I was not 6ft 3 but 5ft 10; just a bit shorter. The days I would rather be a size large rather than a double extra large; just a bit smaller. The days I wish my ass was not just wide but a bit plumper. Then there were the days I wish my back folds were just a little less obvious.To me, these were the small things I wished I could change about myself.

If I were to hit the gym, eat in a calorie deficit, ate less buldak carbonara noodles, Alfredo and cheesy fries, I could probably loose a lot of weight and grant myself all these wishes. But it was not that easy. I was a lazy sack of potatoes, and all these things I wished to change about myself were not because I truly had a problem with how I looked, but rather people had a problem with how I looked. Most people were kind enough to not be direct with it, but they still implied it in many ways they were sometimes clueless about.

Thirty percent of the time, I thought of myself as a tall cute and chubby princess, until people pointed out how my back folds looked in a dress, or how flabby my arms were, or how tight the dress was, and it displayed how curvy my body was for a seventeen year old.I hated how if I had to go to the mall, it was a norm for me to get preyed on by men who were old enough to be my father, all in the name of "You don't look like a teen, you look like a woman, age is just a number, and you are almost eighteen anyway."

It was disgusting and it made me feel disgusted with myself, why did I have to look this way. Why could I not attract guys my age, but attract weird old men. I wished I could change myself so bad but I obviously really could not make such wishes. This was because then I was just the fat insecure girl, who could not love herself or get others to love her for her.