Yesterday, I got called
fat.
So, I'm in a show. After our first dress rehearsal, the costumer came up to me and said:
"Oh, you aren't going to wear your fancy outfit for your solo song anymore. Your belly was hanging out, and it looked really bad."
So, I go home, and I cry. A lot. My mom and my sister try to comfort me, but it didn't work. I am very conscious about my body, and that hurt me so bad. I have been called fat many times in the past, and it brought back horrible memories.
If you are still reading this,
I love you so much.
All I want is one favorite. Because that means
someone cares.
♡