Two

There is this girl. Skinny. Too skinny for her own good. Overweight people resent her and scoff behind her back, yet to her face they smile and say how they wished they were her size and ask 'what are you? A size zero?!" trying to play off malice as unabashed envy. They nickname her 'Skinny Marinky' and 'Barbie' thinking they have just made her day but little do they realise that she too resents and hates Barbie. She doesn't look as much like Barbie as everyone thinks. She isn't tall, doesn't have big, perky breasts....or any for that matter. Her thighs are a symmetrical oddity and her acne is cause for many nights spent crying over the bathroom sink while the bathtub overflows to muffle the noise of her tears. But she wonders what the use of complaining would be. Everyone is preoccupied with 'understanding' and politically correctly protecting the fragile feelings of overwieght girls against the likes of vain skinny girls like her. Skinny girls don't deserve to cry. So she doesn't. Poor little skinny girl.