The Last Drop

I was a little fat back in high school. I inherited this from my mother who was also over weight. It was tough for both of us because dad finally left her, and me. I lived under her roof until I was nineteen; it meant I could finally break free, for a good reason.

But things did not turn out to as I had expected. Every one I knew about seemed to be slim and thin, look fabulous in their skinny jeans. I was wondering how they could do it, the jeans were so tiny, I mean. No one laughed at me but I knew behind my back there were some pretty awful things about me.

Life moved on quickly, I was quiet and shy, never ever wanted to be seen with these skinny girls who were made more beautiful and attractive by those ugg cardy boots. Before my birthday I wanted to buy a pair of boots, but I was afraid I might not be able to fit in, that was going to be another humiliation, I thought.

The desire of having a pair of boots was so strong that I actually left the dreadful feelings of being fat behind me. I went to a shopping mall and selected the boots patiently. The attendant came over to me and said, wow, your eyes were very beautiful and I would kill for your hair. I received some compliments about my eyes, my hair before but this time, I never felt better.

I tried them on and took them with me when I left. I figured beautiful things like clothes and shoes should not be punished because I did not have confidence or just because I thought I was ugly or fat. Being fat was just a small part of your life, you still had something others did not have, by something, and I meant your impeccable hair, your blue eyes, your inner beauty and your spirit of never letting yourself down.

I called my mother and had a good chat with her the other day. I said a lot of nice things including how much I thanked for her supporting when I failed, how a strong woman she was and how wonderful her cooking stills were to her in the Starbucks. I was reluctant to get back to school because until then did I have the enlightenment of mom was a beautiful lady in despise. We finished the last drop the coffee, then she whispered in my ears when we were about to kiss each other goodbye that you were pretty, you did not need anyone to remind you of UGG Boots UK.