Eat/Drink? Nothing but milk and an apple. Part of my "diet plan." Another day of threats and hatred. My uniform barely fits; I'd have to ask Eomma for a new one. I sighed and geared myself up for another tiring day. I spent 5 minutes of my time today crying in the bathroom. I stepped on the scale and on the top it read "245." I even felt fat. Being 17 and weighing this much sickened people. I didn't even smell bad, I wasn't a bad person at all. Just, my pressence "repelled" others. The usual names were spat at me; Fatty, Pig, Marshmallow, etc. "Yun, is my name." I'd yell back with force and pride. Think that stopped them? Nope. I was just a plain, fat, girl to them that was just a blockage in their way; literally.