Xia Shiwei grew up among the nicknames of fat pig, dead fat woman, and ugly people.
She exercised, dieted, took diet pills, saw Chinese medicine, and even tried home remedies, but the three hundred kilograms of meat were welded to her body, and the oily acne was also welded to her face.
After fainting again and being sent to the hospital to lose weight, Xia Shiwei gave up treating herself. Maybe this was her life.
Who would have thought that the arrival of a super typhoon would completely change her fate.
She looked in the mirror at the beautiful girl with fair and delicate skin and an S-shaped figure, and swore in her heart that she would make those who bullied her pay the price.
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At the entrance of my hometown village, a group of eight-year-old women were arranging the fat pig of the Xia family again.
The old woman with buck teeth and triangular eyes said disdainfully: "I would think it was unlucky for her to give her to my forty-year-old nephew."
Xia Shiwei twisted her waist and came to her, and said with a smile: "You are not worthy of pouring water for my feet."
The eighth mother-in-law went crazy, and the whole village went crazy.
At the class reunion, both men and women looked down upon her when they mentioned her.
The class beauty looked surprised and said: "Xia Shiwei is coming to the class reunion this year? Is it possible that she has lost weight and turned into a lightning bolt?"
Ban Cao laughed: "A fat pig is a fat pig. Don't even think about losing weight in this life."
Xia Shiwei walked over in high heels: "Oh, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still haven't made any progress. Unlike me, you're just thin and S-shaped."
The boys are all licking dogs, and the girls are so jealous that they are beyond recognition.
At the company's annual meeting, the president knelt down on one knee and proposed to her: "Weiwei, marry me and I will love you forever."
Xia Shiwei firmly refused: "I'm not interested in people who have three different things."
Everyone was in an uproar.
