Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related. Just having some fun with these characters.


EPOV

August 20, 2011

I groan as I turn to see what the fucking noise next to me blaring is. Waking me up from yet another dream with a faceless woman who was worshiping me. I look and see the alarm clock going off.

It's currently 5:00 am on a Saturday morning. There isn't even fucking light outside.

I huff and take a deep breath as I slide to get off my bed. As I get into the bathroom I wince. I hate the person I see in the mirror every day.

If you saw myself with my parents, you would think I wasn't even related to them.

My mother, Esme, is a tiny petite woman with caramel colored hair with a hint of red. Beautiful. She modeled when she was younger which help put her through college. Though she didn't need it.

My mother's family, the Platt's, come from old money. She wanted to prove she could do anything on her own and attended Dartmouth where she meet my father, Carlisle.

To be honest, how they met is still something I don't understand.

My father was Engineering major while my mother was in Theatre.

I digress.

Ever since I was in about middle school, I had an issue with my weight. My father is naturally a slender man. He's about 6'1'', blonde hair, and is actually toned for his age. If you looked really closely you would be able to find some similarities for example, I've got my father's height but I'm taller at 6'3'', I've got my mother's hair color but it's more a reddish color. I've also got my mother's eyes, a green color while my father's are blue. Other than that I can't find anything else we have in common.

I rub my face and wash it and then brush my teeth. I change into my work out clothes before I head downstairs.

I open my door and breathe in the fresh hair. Putting on my running shoes I lock up and stretch for a bit before going on my morning jog.

I've only started jogging last week and so far it isn't looking so good. I can get 1/2 of a mile before I start panting really hard.

I'm trying to work myself up to at least a mile before I take my mother's advice and look up going to a personal trainer. I don't want to be completely useless.

When I realize I've reached the 1/2 mile mark I start to feel my body having a hard time. I close my eyes and try to push just a bit further. I decide to walk the rest of the mile. Tomorrow's another day and I'll try again.

Walking back to my house, it's already 6:30 am and people are starting to leave their houses. I rush back home. Not wanting to be seen by my neighbors too much.

I slowly make my way back up my stairs and head into my bathroom.

Looking in the mirror again I can't help but mutter, "Who the fuck are you and why do I look like you."

I turn and get into a hot shower before I let some tears out.

I hate the fact that I'm so over weight.

I hate that I've never kissed a woman, yet alone held a woman's hand.

My name is Edward Cullen and I'm obese.


A/N: Ready for a journey with Chubbyward? Let me know what you think!

Until Next Time!