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Beautiful Is Skinny - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a land we can all relate to, there lived a woman named Ella. She was big – quite big actually and she had reached the age where all her relatives were disturbing her to get married.
   No suitors were coming for Ella so the pressure from relatives and the looks she was getting from those who understood what she was going through anytime she took a walk was quite awkward to say the least.
   Ella was raised a Christian and even though the bible doesn’t encourage overfeeding, it does encourage us to feel good about our image and that we are beautiful because we are created in the image and likeness of God.
   Ella loved her image. She believed she was beautiful. However, people often did or said things that tended to suggest that she’s anything but beautiful. Ella tried to let it not get to her but after months of piles and piles of pressure it finally got to her.
   Ella went to the most beautiful neighbor she knew, who also happened to have said one or two things to the side about Ella’s appearance. Ella begged her for advice.
   The beautiful neighbor told Ella that the first thing she needed to do was to get rid of all her excess weight. She advised Ella to follow the quickest way to do it which was surgery. The sooner Ella gets skinner the sooner Ella quits being ugly.
   Ella went in for surgery but guess what, she never came out. Yes! Ella died during surgery. She was told the risk of going into surgery: the odds of dying in that particular surgery were like a million to one.
   Too bad she ended up being that one.
   Oh! If only she knew that BEAUTIFUL DOESN’T MEAN SKINNY. If only she didn’t let her faith waver and believed the truth which is that she is beautiful even though she was fat, things would have worked out differently for her. She probably would be happily married with her kids running around her right now, but instead she’s dead. 


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