Back there i never think i am that fat, obese girl.
i was 11.
i was happy with my own life.
i never think why i have only pass-down school uniform, never for my own.
i never think why i have only pass-down clothes from my father, sister & cousin.
i am enjoying my simple life.
Until he told me why i am such an ugly duckling in our family.
until he told me why i cant be like my sister; slim, beautiful and well-mannered.
i cried that night.
i blame God why me.
why.
why.
why.
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