I was laying on my bed when he came in again. This time he said "Is that what I think it is? wait stop-" I swatted his hand away but eventually let him do whatever it was he was trying to point out. He ran his finger down the pudge of my thigh and laughed about it. I hate my dad so much. He had no reason to do that. I makes me so upset, I don't have a lot of fat I'm just a little thicker from my waist down and he makes me feel like I'm huge...
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