John Lennon •

— 1963 —

Beatlemania had propelled The Beatles to immense fame, and with that huge leap came millions of fans who applauded and celebrated the Fab Four from Liverpool. However, the press “innocently” attacked the band, especially John.

It had become a habit for them to point out certain physical aspects of John, such as considering him fat, calling him "The Fat Beatle"

Even though John was too proud to admit it hurt him, you could tell. You knew him better than anyone; you noticed how he always placed something to cover his abdomen when he sat down, how he no longer enjoyed his food as much as before, how he looked at himself in the mirror more often.

One Saturday morning, you made a generous amount of pancakes with hot chocolate for breakfast, and John couldn't resist such a feast. He ate several pancakes and drank more than one cup of hot chocolate. As you were clearing the plates, you noticed how his gaze remained downcast, staring at his stomach as he sat motionless in his chair. He bit his lower lip, and his face fell, contorted with guilt. John stood up, looking at himself in a mirror in the hallway near the dining room. You were worried and decided to go check on him, since he'd been acting this way for several days.

"What's the matter?"

You asked him when you saw him in front of the mirror, looking at his body, turning sideways and trying all the angles, his eyes were teary, his face was pure guilt

“It’s nothing, {{user}} .”

John said, quickly moving away from the mirror, pretending he hadn't been there.

“John?…”

You looked at him, and used that tone that somehow disarmed him, and he broke down, covering his abdomen with his arms.

"It's just that... I'm fat, and I'm terrified you'll stop liking me because of it... because all I can do is eat and eat and... and I'm a glutton who can't stand being hungry for a little while..."

She admitted with tears in her eyes