I’ve been plump since childhood, pampered by my mother’s overfeeding. As a result, I endured endless mockery. Later, Mom specially bought me diet pills. The effects improved day by day. It wasn’t until I died in bed from taking those pills that I realized the truth. These pills were actually meant for my sick brother. They were designed to exchange our lifespans. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first took those diet pills. Mom had sought out these lifespan-exchanging pills to cure my bedridden brother. She tricked me into taking them by calling them diet pills. Later, my brother became lively and energetic, while I died in bed. When I opened my eyes once more, I had incredibly traveled back in time to the day Mom gave me those pills. Since Mom loved my brother so much, This time, I decided, you’ll be the one exchanging lifespans, Mom. “Sweetie, hurry up and take your medicine. You’ll slim down in no time,” my mom said eagerly, about to shove the pills into my mouth. If I hadn’t traveled back in time, I would have gobbled up her so-called “diet pills” without a second thought. I had always been chubby, much heavier than my peers. Because of my weight and being a girl, I was often ridiculed by others. At school, they would call me “fatty” and mock me, isolating and bullying me. I was never included in class activities, treated like a complete outsider. I couldn’t participate in class performances – they jeered that my size made it impossible to find suitable costumes. Even some teachers looked at me with disdain. So I became desperate to lose weight, but Mom always prepared all sorts of delicious food for me. Whenever I wanted to diet, she would patiently persuade me: “Jelena, you’re perfect as you are. Why bother losing weight?” Thus, fooled by her words, I grew fatter and fatter, finding it increasingly difficult to slim down. When I tried to resist, Mom would cry, throw tantrums, or even threaten suicide. I had no choice. Thinking she just didn’t want to see me suffer, I agreed not to diet. She smiled contentedly watching me balloon up, feeding me endless pork belly, braised pork, and stewed pig’s trotters. But one day, she suddenly wanted me to lose weight. She claimed seeing me being mocked broke her heart, so she had specially obtained some diet pills. She said these pills were incredibly effective – I just needed to take them daily and I’d slim down in no time. I believed her. Every day, I eagerly took the diet pills without waiting for Mom’s reminders. Day after day, I truly lost quite a bit of weight, so I took the pills even more desperately. Mom continued smiling, handing me bottle after bottle of diet pills. I became thinner and thinner, the mocking voices grew less frequent, and I started to make friends. But this improved life didn’t last long, as I realized I was becoming increasingly frail, feeling like I could stop breathing at any moment. Meanwhile, my brother, who had long been bedridden and plagued by illness, gradually improved. He could not only get out of bed but also run and jump around. I finally sensed something was wrong when I overheard Mom talking to my brother. “My precious son is finally getting better. The master’s method really worked. Otherwise, I would have raised your sister for nothing all these years, fattening her up and then giving her diet pills. Those diet pills she’s been taking can actually exchange your lifespans.” Only then did I realize that what I had been taking were not diet pills at all. They were pills that could exchange lifespans. The reason I slimmed down was that my lifespan was being transferred to my brother. Mom was trying to kill me for my brother’s sake. But by the time I learned the truth, it was too late. I only had a few days left to live. When Mom realized I knew the truth, she dropped her kind facade. “What are you looking at? If you’re going to die, just die. You think it was easy for me to raise you all these years? Don’t look at me like I owe you thousands of dollars. I don’t owe you anything. This is what you owe your brother. What’s wrong with sacrificing your life for your brother as his sister?” I refused to take any more “diet pills,” but she and my brother tied me up. They force-fed me bottles of pills. I finally died, my eyes wide open in disbelief.
But I never imagined I would travel back in time to when it all began. I clenched my fists, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. Partly from excitement, partly from resentment. I silently vowed that this time, I wouldn’t let them have their way. “What are you spacing out for? These are special diet pills Mom went to great lengths to get for you. They’re very expensive.” Mom’s smile concealed her malice, her tone tinged with sarcasm. I can’t believe I never noticed before in my past life. “Thank you, Mom.” I grabbed the small diet pills, smiling as I eagerly popped them into my mouth. In reality, I had hidden all the pills in my chubby fingers. “I’ll definitely slim down, right?” I asked. Mom nodded, satisfied and about to leave. “Mom, can I have a bottle? I’ll take some pills when I’m hungry.” Mom raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased by my enthusiasm. She took out a bottle of diet pills from her pocket and placed it on my bedside table. “Of course. Jelena will definitely become a beautiful girl after slimming down.” I nodded. Of course I would slim down, but through my own efforts. In my past life, I hadn’t lost weight because of her repeated interference. This life, I definitely wouldn’t let her have her way. I huddled under the covers, planning my next steps. Luckily it was winter, so I could just wear thick clothes and Mom wouldn’t notice if I had slimmed down or not. I hid all the diet pills away. Tomorrow I would exchange them for similar-looking pills. They were all small white pills, so she probably wouldn’t notice. Since she was so eager for my brother to live, using her own life shouldn’t be a problem, right? I snuggled into the warm blankets and fell asleep. The next morning, Mom came in with hot water. She wasn’t concerned about me – she just wanted to make sure I took the pills. I took the hot water from her. As I got out of bed, I stumbled slightly, spilling the scalding water on her hand. “Ahh!!!” she screamed, slapping me across the face. I cupped my cheek and closed my eyes, tears immediately streaming down. “Mom, how could you hit me? I won’t take the diet pills anymore. Mom, you don’t love me anymore. Mom, just keep fattening me up! I don’t want to diet anymore.” Having died once already, I naturally knew what her weak spot was. There was no way I would let her manipulate me so easily again. I watched her face freeze, disregarding the burn on her hand as she rushed to boil eggs to soothe my face. “Look how careless Mommy was. Jelena, forgive Mommy, okay? We’re too fat, it’s not good for our health. Let’s take the diet pills and slim down, alright?” I nodded, enjoying her fawning attention. It felt pretty good. Mom saw us off at the door, telling me: “Be careful at school.” As she said this, her face concealed a hint of malice. She was actually hoping I would be bullied and abused at school. Because when I was at home, she had to wait on me hand and foot, leaving her little time to care for my brother. So she was happy to see me bullied. But having lived through this once before, there was no way I would let history repeat itself.
I put on a worried expression and asked, “Mom, how’s my brother? I went to check on him yesterday and he was barely breathing. Is he about to…” I trailed off without finishing the last two words, deliberately trying to anger her. “No, your brother is fine. You’ll be late for school if you don’t hurry.” I trudged onto the school bus with my heavy body. As soon as I got on, I heard raucous laughter. The entire bus full of students was laughing at me. I pretended not to hear and found a seat. “Who said you could sit down? Get up! What if you break the seat? It’s so annoying that someone as fat as you is squeezing onto the school bus. You’re taking up space for several people.” The girl speaking was Samantha, the ringleader of the bullies in our class. She especially loved seeking attention and thought bullying me was great fun. “Fatso,” she muttered. Hearing the whole bus laugh at her comment, she nodded in satisfaction. In my past life, I had been too fat to dare resist, afraid that fighting back would only lead to more bullying. And my mom had told me to avoid causing trouble at school, saying she didn’t have the energy to look after me. So I had always been meek and subservient. But now things were different. I looked at her and smiled slightly. “You want me to give up my seat?” She folded her arms and looked down at me, nodding arrogantly. Alright then! Since you’re so eager to sit here, I’ll oblige you. I stood up, and she immediately sat down. It was so cold, yet she was wearing shorts with stockings. She really wasn’t afraid of the cold. I suddenly grabbed her head and slammed it against the window. “Comfortable now?” “What are you doing? How dare you hit people? Are you crazy?” “Yeah, she’s just a fat pig with a narrow mind. So annoying.” “I know, right? Just looking at all that blubber makes me want to puke. I’m glad I’m not in her class.” I ignored the taunts from the other students. My goal now was to establish dominance. “Let go of me! Let go!!!” the girl screamed. I sneered and released my grip. “What, still want to sit?” Samantha shook her head, tears and snot streaming down her face. I pulled back my hand and she quickly stood up. Even if no one approved of my actions, I didn’t care. As long as I was happy, that was enough. “Psycho,” I heard Samantha mutter as she ran away. When we arrived at school, I clumsily got off the bus, triggering another round of laughter. They even gathered around me and started singing. “Fatty fatty, blob of lard. Fatty fatty, makes us barf. Fatty fatty, ha ha ha.” I tried my best to ignore them and walked into the classroom. I sat alone at a desk in the very back – it was the only place spacious enough for me to fit. It was too cold outside, so I had just closed the door when someone opened it again. “What’s the problem? The classroom stinks. I’m just airing it out, is that not allowed?” said one of Samantha’s minions. I looked over at Samantha, whose face still bore marks from hitting the window earlier. I nodded. “You think the classroom stinks, huh?” With that, I stood up and dumped the trash can over her. “Now you’re the one who stinks. Didn’t you want to air things out? Go outside!” I shoved her out and slammed the door shut. Her shrieks could be heard from outside. I had barely been at school an hour before being called to the office. The homeroom teacher was biased against me. “Jelena, what’s going on with you? You come to school and immediately start hitting classmates. I can see you really don’t want to study anymore. You already have a head full of food, and now you’re hitting classmates too? I’m calling your parents.” I let out a cold laugh. “Teacher, do you know why I hit someone? How can you blame me without knowing the facts? Isn’t Samantha such a good student that she can do no wrong?” The teacher stood up and walked towards me in her high heels. I found the sound quite annoying. “If it’s not your fault, then whose is it? Samantha is such a good student, how could she be wrong? You’re really giving me a headache. If you keep being so stubborn, I’ll have to expel you.” At our school, homeroom teachers had the authority to expel students. Fine, expel me then. I wasn’t afraid. “Oh really? So if I told you Samantha led her gang to bully me, cornering me in the bathroom and forcing me to drink dirty water, dumping garbage on me, and making me eat their leftovers, you’d still think it was my fault?” I raised my head and stared boldly at the teacher. “Teacher, I don’t care if you’re biased, but you can’t wrongly accuse me. I have video evidence. Do you want to risk everything over this?” She finally panicked. If word got out that she was a teacher who allowed bullying to happen, she would be fired. “We’ll discuss this matter later,” the teacher finally backed down.
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