People liked my other story so I figured I’d give you another one.
Stephanie was a very poor fit for the people I usually hung out with. In contrast to our artsy, stoner-y friend group, she was buttoned up and high strung. She had absolutely no taste in music but loved luxury things like jewelry and designer fashion. Rude and loud with a voice like nails on a chalkboard. She seemed to be cursed with constantly committing social faux pas—it was almost comical. I knew that she had been able to quickly climb the ladder at her corporate job, but in person she seemed so ditzy and ignorant. Honestly she was a bit insufferable. But we put up with her because she had been childhood best friends with Laura, another girl in our circle. I think Laura brought her around because Stephanie didn’t really have another way to meet guys.
Stephanie wasn’t like obese or anything. She wasn’t even really what I could consider fat. But she had more than just a little extra on her. And she was tall (but not towering) and big-boned, with a large frame. She dressed in a lot of sweaters and baggy clothes and had a long mop of disorganized curly blonde hair. Her figure wasn’t an hourglass but I could still tell she had massive breasts and a huge ass. Still, my friends gave her the unfortunate distinction of the chubby, annoying chick behind her back. That “fat bitch.”