Food doesn’t make me happy. But that doesn’t mean I can’t stop eating. My Dad says I should exercise more. What he’s really saying is why don’t I look like his twenty-five year old Russian model girlfriend? You know my Mom’s an alkie. Sorry, alcoholic. But I don’t think vodka makes my Mom happy. But vodka’s not food is it? Do I think I’m fat? Well, I think if I lived in Omaha, Nebraska, I would be just fine. Healthy is what they would call me. A big booming girl. But here, on the Upper East Side of ManhattanÖDid you know I found a tub of lard in my locker? Like what the hell is lard? How did those girls find it and why? I also found several frozen food containers of Weight Watchers Chicken with Vegetable And yes, they melted all over my books. My school locker’s not a friggin refrigerator. Those anorexic senior bitches were really pushing me. But screw them. No one can bully me into puking after every meal…..
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- Written by: Penny Jackson