Character is Sarah.

TW: Bullying, mentions of self-harm and dark thoughts.

"Awww, Penis and Fatty, what a perfect match!" | "Get lost Flash," | "Ooo, Penis's got balls! I bet she squashes you!" | "Bite me, asshole,"

"Wow, another one," Sarah looked up from her phone and frowned at MJ. "Another what? Another suicide?" She asked. MJ nodded. "Yeah, Pat. From Juniors." Peter sighed and Sarah leaned her head on his shoulder. "Her note said she was sick of the fat comments and wanted it all to end..." Sarah scoffed. "Another overweight person dead because of bullies. Morita has to do something now... surely?" MJ shrugged. "Prob'ly not. I'm not being funny, but when Eagle guy attacked Peter-"

"Vulture," Peter interrupted. MJ glared. "Eagle guy... he didn't even bat an eye. Not when he rocked up with bruises and a limp." Sarah shook her head. "It's disgusting. He should care more about his student's welfare, and less about the school's reputation," She sighed out. "Couldn't help but overhear your conversation, Penis Parker!" An unwelcome voice interrupted. "Go away Flash, nobody wants you here," Sarah snapped. "I could say the same about you, but we'd need a crane to move you!" He cackled with his goons. "Hey! Back away Flash," Peter warned. "And what're you gonna do? Huh, Penis?" Sarah put her hand on Peter's arm. "I really don't care what you say Eugene. So, go bother somebody else."

Except she did care. A lot. Every night, despite dieting and exercising, Sarah would pinch the fat on her stomach painfully.

She would glare at herself in the mirror, trying on an outfit that was way too small, despite it only being a size 18. She was fat. She was gross, and horrid and fucking obese. Sarah hated herself. She'd debated cutting herself before but stopped as close as having the blades pressed against her skin, yet to puncture it. She'd thought about slicing her fat off with knives, and she'd debated paying for surgery to get rid of it. She'd even debated locking herself in her room and throwing the key out the window. Sarah would try to tuck her knees up to her chest, but she couldn't because of her fat fucking stomach.

~

Sarah stood with Peter at his locker while they waited for their next period. "Awww, Penis and Fatty, what a perfect match!" Flash shouted and wolf-whistled. Sarah rolled her eyes. "Get lost Flash," Peter snapped over his shoulder. "Ooo, Penis's got balls! I bet she squashes you!" Flash continued. "Bite me, asshole," Sarah snapped at him. Flash ooooed with a grin. Despite it only being a play-school insult, it still hurt that people thought she was that heavy. "Hey, ignore him. He only cares about looks," Peter tried to comfort. Sarah spun to face him. "And you don't?" She questioned. "Not really. I couldn't care if you were green and 2 feet high, as long as you have a nice personality, I don't care," He answered, grabbing her hands.

Sarah smiled.

Even though she hated the way she looked (and it probably wouldn't change) at least she had someone in her corner... and sometimes that was enough.