245. Yes, Its a number. But not just any number. A number that changes my whole life. If only that number were less, life would be easier.         ForewordEat/Drink? Nothing but milk and an apple. Part of my "diet plan." Another day of threats and hatred. My uniform barely fits; Id 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 didnt even smell bad, I wasnt 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." Id 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.