The Fat Girl Was the Real Beauty

I was born with stunning beauty.

When I was born, doctors and nurses were instantly speechless.

Every day, long lines formed outside the nursery, with people craning their necks to catch a glimpse.

The media reported on it for three days straight, and I trended online for a month.

In preschool, kids would fight over the spot next to me during naptime.

My parents, frustrated, moved me from one school to another.

Until I turned five, and my inner foodie awakened.

In just a few years, I ate myself into a little ball.