She can sense the eyes on her. Her belly protrudes from the green coat she wears. Her tucked in shirt struggles against her muffin top created by her tight jeans. Her body jiggles and bounces with her every step as she approaches her locker. The cheerleaders across the hall giggle and point at her. A jock walks by “cafeteria is that way whale.” She grabs her books and waddles to class ignoring the comments. The desks and charis are to small for her wide body. She’s self conscious and hasn’t checked her weight in ages. She knows she’s heavier than last semester as she stress ate all the way through it whilst studding. And then on break she didn’t slow down. She could be over 200Lb. In fact she probably is. Her morning was hard, she skipped breakfast and fought with her enormous belly to get her jeans on. She’s starving and her belly is loudly growling as she sits in class. But she’s scared to eat lunch she knows there will be judging eyes on her. But when lunch time comes she can’t help herself. Stuffing the greasy cafeteria food down her throat she senses the eyes on her but she dosnt care anymore. She’s happy when she’s eating.