Once upon a time, there was a rather tall, beautiful blonde curly haired young woman with blue eyes and a few freckles who loved to eat and play video games, and she had a great sense of humor, lots of friends, and she was happy.

Her name was Beatrice.

Beatrice was a kind, respectful, and peculiar girl. She stood out from everybody else in a way that was hard to miss. While most girls her age preferred to wear dresses and high heels, she would rather wear a pink T-shirt with blue jeans and green sneakers. And while they would talk about things like Instagram and certain posts on Facebook, she liked to endlessly chat about all her favorite fandoms and fictional characters.

That wasn’t all of what made her peculiar, however. Unlike everybody else, she had a certain physical condition with her body since her birth. According to the doctor, it was known as metabolic syndrome, and this condition made her body always keep accumulated weight, no matter what.

In other words, Beatrice was very fat, and she would stay that way.

But she didn’t mind. In fact, she was proud of her size. She always looked in the mirror everyday and jokingly said to herself, “try to suck it in today.” And she’d laugh and proudly pat her stomach as she casually went about her day. She was fond of her unusually large hips and thighs, they made her a sensation at dance parties. Her weight allowed her friends to politely ask “could you hold down my suitcase? It won’t shut.” And immediately after standing on it, it would shut tight. Yes, indeed it was great to be Beatrice, chunky and all.

However, even so, she soon found she was missing something from her life. Everyday she would sit on her couch, playing her Xbox and having fun. By herself. Everyday she ate her favorite foods and desserts. By herself. And every evening she would sit in her backyard leaning on the tree in the far corner, looking at the sunset. By herself. Yes, she had plenty of good friends, but she needed something more...

Then, one day, a young man with brown hair moved into her neighborhood. He moved into the house right next to hers. She looked out her window, saw this young man, and instantly fell in love with him. She walked outside, pushed her hair behind her ears, and said hello. The young man looked into her eyes and was smitten by her beauty, falling in love with her. He responded to her greeting with “Hi. My name is Jeffrey. I’m new around here.” Beatrice introduced herself as well, and they gazed into each others blue eyes. Both were mesmerized by each other. Jeffrey then cleared his throat and said “can we be friends?” Beatrice smiled and said “of course! Come with me and we can hang out with the rest of my friends.” Jeffrey excitedly hopped around, and Beatrice giggled. Later that day, Jeffrey was accepted by all her friends and they thought he was great. His personality revealed a big and broad but very gentle person, one who was a pacifist and very fragile, and according to him he cried a lot, being very susceptible to sad or touching moments. And he told some great puns.

The days passed and they grew more and more attached to each other. Jeffrey was a very good cook, and took food to Beatrice every day. She often said to him “Jeffrey, if you keep feeding me, I’ll be so fat I can’t walk!” Then they’d laugh and she’d invite him inside.

One day, Jeffrey worked up the bravery to ask Beatrice on a date. She gasped and said yes. He took her to a fancy seafood restaurant, and asked her what she would like. She pointed to most of the menu. At first she was joking, but then Jeffrey actually got her all the food she pointed to. “Oh, Jeffrey, I was just kidding. You don’t have to.” “Nah, Beatrice, I’ve got you covered. You’re probably very hungry, you haven’t eaten in an hour!” Another laugh from both of them. Soon, a very large amount of food clattered onto the table, already gone in five minutes. Jeffrey then said, “do you want my seafood burritos? I have three I don’t want.” “Sure!” She promptly scarfed all three down in five seconds, then belched very loudly. The entire restaurant looked in her direction. Then they both laughed. Jeffrey then turned red. Beatrice looked confused. “What’s wrong?” Jeffrey started breathing hard. “Um... Beatrice... there’s something I need to tell you...” she gasped and blushed. Does he love me the way I love him? She thought. “Beatrice... you’re so sweet and smart and kind and loving... and you’re very beautiful... um... uh... I... um...” he blushed uncontrollably. “I... I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE BEATRICEIAMMADLYINLOVEWITHYOUANDIAMMESERIZEDBYYOUANDITHINKYOUAREGORGEOUS!!!” His face filled with tears as he tried to calm down. “Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I can’t stop thinking of you! You love my cooking, you laugh at all my puns, you’re so positive and you’re proud of your body and so much more! I just want to stay like this forever...” Beatrice smiled happily and took his hand, holding it tightly.
“Jeffrey.”
“*sniff* yeah?”
“I love you too.”
He gasped and giggled happily.

That evening Beatrice and Jeffrey sat in the tree in her backyard, looking at the sunset. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
“Beatrice?”
“yes?”
“can I call you Betty?”
“of course. Can I call you Jeffy?”
“yes!!!”
“I also have a question for you, Jeffy.”
“oh? What is it?”
“do you happen to like thick girls?”
Jeffrey blushed, taken aback Beatrice had figured out his greatest weakness. How did she know?
“um... yeah... how... how did you know?”
“oh, just a hunch. I’m glad you do, because it makes it easier for me to do this.”
she stood up, swooped Jeffrey in her arms, and kissed him.
That night, Beatrice and Jeffrey found that they truly loved each other.
They had found what they were missing.
Each other.

and they lived happily ever after.



The End