The Popular Girl Mocked My Weight, Until I Became a Total Knockout Chapter 10

The Popular Girl Mocked My Weight, Until I Became a Total Knockout Chapter 10

I nodded at him. “Derek, long time no see.”

He looked like someone had just knocked him upside the head. “Your change… is incredible.”

“I just lost some weight, that’s all.”

I glanced over his shoulder. “You came to see Brittany, right? She’s behind you… and if you don’t go back soon, she might actually explode.”

Derek snapped back to reality. “Emma, I’m sorry!”

“For shoving you at the gym, I’m sorry.”

“For calling you a fat pig at dinner, I’m sorry.”

“For agreeing to get close to you just because Brittany asked, I’m sorry.”

“You were my only real friend, and I did all those terrible things. I’m so sorry.”

His voice trembled.

I looked at him and sighed.

I knew he’d always been proud; his messed-up family made sure of that. When people linked him with me, he felt degraded.

But that only proved he’d secretly thought being with me was degrading.

I said calmly, “I accept your apology.”

His eyes flickered with hope.

“But we won’t be friends again.”

His face fell. Then he nodded, resigned. “I understand.”

Word got around that Derek broke up with Brittany right after that.

It was probably the first time she’d ever been dumped. She lost it completely, slapped him across

the face in public, screaming and cursing.

The field was packed. Someone caught the whole thing on video.

It spread across campus like wildfire.

People were shocked. So that was who she really was.

The hangers-on who’d fawned over her quietly disappeared.

Brittany was livid.

That night, she used a burner account to post my high school photos in every freshman group chat,

claiming I’d had liposuction and plastic surgery.

The images spread fast.

[Who’s that?]

[They say it’s Emma Carlson from high school.]

[Wait, the new campus queen? The art department stunner?]

[No way…]

Brittany even bought bots to pile on.

[No one’s born looking like that. She’s totally fake!]

[Yeah, you don’t drop that much weight in two months without surgery.]

My roommates saw the comments and tried to hide them from me, worried I’d be crushed.

But I just went about my training like nothing happened.

Brittany thought she’d won. Every time she passed me, that smug look crept back onto her face.

Then, on an ordinary day, I posted on Westbrook Wire with my verified student account.

I uploaded the full medical reports from the hospital, proof that I’d had neither liposuction nor any

cosmetic procedure.

Then I dropped a trail of evidence linking every single burner account to Brittany.

The post ended with this:

[I’ve filed a police report. Brittany Shaw will face legal consequences for defamation and

harassment.]

[And I want to say this: your appearance doesn’t determine your worth. Being good-looking doesn’t give you the right to bully others, and being average isn’t an excuse for others to tear you down.]

{Whether I was heavy or slim, I’ve always loved myself.]

Within hours, Brittany was summoned by the police.

She’d pay for what she’d done.

The hate comments on campus were drowned out by a wave of support.

Then, a ping.

From the high school group chat.

[@Emma Carlson… I’m sorry.]

Followed by another. And another.

The people who’d mocked me, laughed at me, called me names, one by one, they typed their

apologies.

I didn’t reply to any of them.

I hoped they’d carry that guilt with them long enough to learn how to treat people right.

My life went on.

Whether I was the so-called most beautiful girl on campus or the fat joke people used to laugh at, I would always love myself.