Eat
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I am walking down the bleak hallway when I meet a person.
A girl, who has little bird bones that show through her skin.
I never before have met someone who is this skinny.
She is so blindingly thin.
I am forced to keep my eyes on my toes for most of the encounter.
I tell her how very thin she is, and that she should never, ever forget.
She cries and cries and cries.
She calls me many things, all of which I have been called before.
But somehow, coming from this perfect and insubstantial creature, it hurts more than ever.
Mostly though, she calls me a liar.
She keeps repeating the same four words as she walks away.
‘‘I . A M . S O . F A T.’’
A girl, who has little bird bones that show through her skin.
I never before have met someone who is this skinny.
She is so blindingly thin.
I am forced to keep my eyes on my toes for most of the encounter.
I tell her how very thin she is, and that she should never, ever forget.
She cries and cries and cries.
She calls me many things, all of which I have been called before.
But somehow, coming from this perfect and insubstantial creature, it hurts more than ever.
Mostly though, she calls me a liar.
She keeps repeating the same four words as she walks away.
‘‘I . A M . S O . F A T.’’