From Fat:
Nobody will ever love me. I realized this at a young age. My mom sent me to fat camp when I was five. 4'0'' and 100 lbs. And again when I was 8. 4'5'' and 150 lbs. And again every year after that. I'm 17 now. I'm still fat. 5'5'' and 250 lbs. I have compulsive overeating. I eat when I'm sad because I eat. To sum it up.
Everything I do reminds me of how fat I am. For instance, Ugly is drinking out of a mug that says London, and it really represents my soul, because I can't help but think of how London is this big sexy city, and everyone in it is beautiful. ANd I will never be beautiful. And there's that whole 'women from France never get fat' schtick. And, I mean, England is pretty close to France.

From Ugly:
God. I just popped a zit and it felt really good. Fat almost ate the pus. She thought it was mashed potatoes. Anyways...I'm ugly. Its hard for me to admit it. I'm 6' 1'', lanky, but with large triceps. My nose is two inches from face to tip and two side to side. I have a face covered in zits and a unibrow that's unpluckable. Sometimes I get so lonely I talk to it. My hair used to be black and scraggly but an unfortunate bleach accident turned it grey. My black hair was my only good feature. The bleach got rid of it, but not the oil.
Yesterday, I was walking through Abercrombbie and Fitch and I had a total revelation. I'm as pretty as those models. On the inside. But no one will ever see that. Because life's a bitch and everyone in it pukes when they see my face. I would too.