“So…what are you looking for?” The saleswoman says to me. All of a sudden, I see this cute shirt in the corner of my eye. Before I could even tell her what I wanted to try on, she looked at me straight in the eye and said, “I don’t think you can fit in our clothing…”
I looked at her straight in the eye, just so she can see my disappointment and hurt. Do you want to know what I said? Okay. Yeah, that’s what I said. I bet that put her in her place.
“So…how do you expect to fit into a prom dress?” I replay that over and over in my head. How was I supposed to fit in a prom dress? Size 0 in pants. Oh yeah, that was easy to find. IF you translate it into the kids section. Try shopping for clothing. “Oh, that’s cute.” You say to yourself. You go try it on, and BAM! It looks like a potato sack with sleeves. What do you do? If you’re like me, and you hate people ridiculing your weight, you’ll go home and eat every unhealthy thing you have in sight. You know the feeling…that delicious piece of chocolate cake you made your cousin for her birthday? That might be gone by the time you finish your bag of potato chips.
The next day I wake up and smile. I feel more filled, and I feel hopeful. I walk into the bathroom and onto the scale…the numbers were disheartening—95.5 lbs. I sighed as I stepped of the scale. I look into the mirror and examine my stomach. Flat. Obviously, that’s not the problem, but if sleeping screws up my weight, I wonder what walking does.
I’ve talked to my friends about this, as well. Imagine you telling your best friends about how you’re trying to get in shape, instead of worrying about your weight. Then suddenly, you get interrupted by another classmate, “You don’t need to work out! You’re a twig!” It may seem like a compliment, but they don’t know that I’d love to reach 100 lbs. before I graduate.
But I realized something…something important. As I was lying in my bed ( which was usually the time I’d be deep in thought, pondering about...
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