Emily hopped into bed and cuddled with her stuffed animals.
“I love you!” she giggled.
“Asshole.”
Emily sat up and looked at her colorful friends.
“What? Who said that?”
Mr. Bedtime Bear pushed his way to the top of the pile.
“I hate you, bitch,” he growled.
“But why?”
“Because you’re a fucking dumbass,” remarked Raggedy Anne.
“And you’re fat as hell!” hissed Babbidy Rabbit.
“It’s just baby fat!” cried Emily. “It’s baby fat!”
Mr. Bedtime Bear snorted, “Baby fat my ass. That’s just what your mom says to you when she doesn’t want to hear your exhausting complaints.”
Tears trickled down Emily’s face.
“I don’t believe you,” she said as she ran to the bathroom.
Emily looked at her chubby belly.
Maybe it wasn’t just baby fat.
Could a seven year old even have baby fat still?
Wasn’t she too old?
With one quick decision Emily made up her mind.
It wasn’t until the next day when her mother found her dead on the bathroom floor.
With her mother’s razor Emily had managed to remove her baby fat, along with all her dignity