Ana

Tiny.

That's what I want to be.

Slim, like my mom, with a narrow waist and delicate bone structure.

Instead, I got my dad's genes.

I am the spitting image of my dad's mom, my Meemaw.

Curvy.

Cursed.

Big.

I look over at Natalie Moore.

She's like my mom. Skinny.

Ana likes Natalie. Wants me to sit with her instead of Laura. Because Laura, with her round cheeks and plump body, is toxic. She is a bad influence.

So I go and sit with Natalie.

Natalie, who is a good influence.

She makes me feel even worse about myself, because she's so skinny and I've got so far to go.

Natalie's bony wrists poking out of her sleeves will inspire me.

Between her and Rick, I'll be down to 85 in no time.