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.


5. Lies

"Is that true, Kathryn?" Mrs. Willis asked, staring me in the eye. What should I do? I could lie and say that I am just naturally skinny, and then let Mrs. Willis call my parents and ask them if I have anorexia, and then get grounded for the rest of my life and have them feed me fat food for my whole life, or tell the truth and tell her that I have been dealing with anorexia since I was in third grade, and then let her call the cafeteria ladies and have them make me loads and loads of pot pies and other stuff. Both sounded reasonable, but both were wrong. I didn't know what to do. Both could get me in trouble, from my body and people. I still look fat. I am just not small enough to give up my anorexic problems.
​"Well, Mrs. Willis," I said. "I clearly do not have anorexia. I am in the state of being perfectly well. I don't have issues at home, and my parents are doing just fine. I mean, yeah, I only eat in my room, but that's a girl's privacy, you know? Anyway, my only problems are how to explain this blue eye to my parents. I am sure they will act like reasonable adults and put some ice on it, or something. But, Mrs. Willis, that's their concern, not yours. Other than that, I am perfectly healthy. I might even call myself... under​-skinny." I had to blink a few times before saying that last word. The cheerleader who called me out jumped out of her seat and said, "Mrs. Willis, you cant believe that! Me and the cheerleaders always watch her to see if she eats in the cafeteria, but she never does. She just sits ​there. And when we pass out Christmas foods last year, she never had any. And, also, when it was Thanksgiving week, we had a huge lunch, she never had any. She's obviously anorexic!"
​"Mrs. Willis, if I was anorexic, I would've probably stole your... laptop, or... answer sheets, or something. You know what the video said: your IQ gets smaller, but your hormones grow. My hormones don't grow, see?" I smiled a polite smile. "Please, girls," Mrs. Willis said, holding up her hands. "Look, Margaret, even if she had Anorexia, it'd her problem to deal with. Not yours." Margaret slumped down in her seat like a baby. "and Kathryn, if you have any problems, you can talk to me about it."


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