Lyrics:

I break the ice
So they don’t see my size
And I have to be nice
Or I’ll be the next punchline

I’m just the best friend in Hollywood movies
Who only exist to continue the story
The girl gets the guy while I’m standing off-screen
So I’ll wait for my cue to be comedic relief

Can’t be too loud
Can’t be too busy
If I don’t answer now, are they still gonna need me?
Can’t be too proud
Can’t think I’m pretty
Do they keep me around, so their flaws just seem silly?

I say I’m okay
‘Cause they wouldn’t care anyway
And I could try to explain
But my efforts in vain
They can’t relate to how I’ve

Drawn out in Sharpie where I take the scissors
If that’s what it took for me to look in the mirror
I’ve done every diet to make me look thinner
So why do I still feel so goddamn inferior?

Can’t be too loud
And can’t be too busy
If I don’t answer now, are they still gonna need me?
Can’t be too proud and
Can’t think I’m pretty
Do they keep me around, so their flaws just seem silly?

Life of the fat, funny friend
Life of the fat, funny friend

It’s funny when I think a guy likes me
And it’s funny when I’m the one who says, “Let’s go to eat”
It’s funny when I’m asked to go out on Halloween
Dresses and thigh highs, while I hide my body

Can’t be too loud
And can’t be too busy
If I don’t answer now, are they still gonna miss me?

Can’t be too loud
And can’t be too busy
If I don’t answer now, are they still gonna need me?
Can’t be too proud and
Can’t think I’m pretty
Do they keep me around, so their flaws just seem silly?

Life of the fat, funny friend
Life of the fat, funny friend
Life of the fat, funny friend
Life of the fat, funny friend

I’ve drawn out in Sharpie where I take the scissors

My Two Cents- I have been fat almost all my life. I was tiny before I hit puberty…but I hit puberty…I got fat. or so I was told.

I was two in the picture above.

And here I was ten. Through most of my teen years my mother had me on every fad diet there was. She was certain I would die before I was 30 by heart attack. So certain that she had me convinced.

My senior year of high school…I was 200 lbs….

I ended up 450 lbs and unable to move…but hey…I survived 30…

I am down to 270. I am still the same girl. the teen that didn’t understand what was wrong with me. The person who never felt like she looked good enough to be counted as cute, much less pretty.