The skinny Kind of Beautiful

People call me fat. People call me lazy. Then as I put all the pieces together, I realize what I need to do to change.

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7. at home

"Where were you?" Mom and dad asked in sync. I walked up the stairs and rolled my eyes. "Excuse me, young lady!" Dad called. I slammed the door, and I could hear two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. I hid everything that could show signs of Anorexia; weight scale, skinny girl magazines, and my perfection future clothes. I sat on the bed as the door knob turned.
​"I don't know what has gotten into you, young lady," Mom said leaning on the door. "But you need to straighten your attitude."
​"What's this?" dad said, pointing to something on the dresser. Oh no, I thought, ​I forgot to hide the Barbie doll. "Looks like you kinda, Kat," mom said, flipping it around. I hope she didn't see the lines that I drew to show my target weight. But she said, "why are there sharpie lines on the dolls stomach?" Dad picked it up and flipped it to the side. "she probably drew on it when she was little. Minnie, you know how kids are." then they both turned to me. "But that's not the point," mom said. "why do you have such an attitude? You used to be so sweet as a little girl."
​"Well, I'm not a little girl anymore, mom," I said, sighing. She stared at dad in silence. 'I know what this is all about," dad said finally. "You do?" I squeaked.
​"Yes," Mom said. "But we understand. We went through it when we were your age, too. It was a big step.
​"But I--"
​"No need to explain," mom said, kissing my forehead. "growing up can be a big change. And our parents raised us like this, too. But honey, we love you, and if you need to talk to us about anything,​ we are always here for you." she kissed my forehead once again and walked out. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes," she said. Dad waved his cautious finger at me before walking out. I did a big sigh of relief and pulled out my shirt. I tried to put on one of them, but they couldn't fit over my neck. I kicked the door in frustration. Nobody understands me. And until I get skinny, nobody will continue to understand me. I couldn't tell mom and dad that yet, because they wouldn't... understand.
​​"Thanks, dad," I said, grabbing the plate to bring it up to my room. Mom grabbed my shoulder. "Uh-uh," she said. "not this time. This time we are going to eat at the table like well-mannered, responsible adults."​ I bit my lip. I couldn't eat. They would think I have Anorexia. I sighed and came up with the best excuse I could. "I... have a lot of homework to do. And it all needs to be turned in tomorrow." Mom smiled. "Well, you can stay up late tonight. But, we need adult time." She and dad sat down, but I stayed standing up. "I also have a quiz tomorrow. Extra important. Plus that adds extra studying time. High school doesn't finish itself, you know." I laughed nervously. Her and dad stared at each other. "You can go to school late. I'll drop you off. With a note," dad said, smiling. I just shook my head. I had no ideas left. "you know I am really tired," I said, stifling a fake yawn. "I think I need to go to bed." ""But I thought you had homework?" Dad said.
"I'll do it on the bus!" I screamed. I threw my food on the floor and ran upstairs.

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