"Because she's my mum." I announce, making everyone on the table bite their lips with guilt and look down at the floor. Well, apart from that Kitty girl. She continues to have her usual smirk plastered on her face. "I thought you guys were different." I say, swinging my bag on my shoulder and leaving the cafeteria with tears in my eyes. They don't understand the pain it gives me to see everyone objectify my mum and make fun of her because of her size. It's wrong and everyones different. I thought them of all people would understand that and maybe show a bit more respect. I thought this year would be different. I thought here, at McKinley, I'd actually have a shot at the top spot. But no one will ever really understand. Now I'll just be that girl who everyone will know as 'the lunchladies daughter'. I love my mum. She's one of the kindest, sweetest, most gentle and giving people I've ever met. I just wish that people would see her like I do.