Stones may break her bones but names could make her starve herself.
When i was 11 years old, my dad and i visited some friends of his. They had two daughters, both older than me. We had a lot of fun, really. They were really nice and I got along well with them, but in the end of the day I couldn't bear to look at them. You know why?
We were playing in the garden and the oldest girl jumped on the back of her mum and her mother carried her. She carried her. The mother, not the dad. The fragile one carried her 17 years old daughter. And all I could think about were the words of my parents a few years ago. "you're too heavy to carry" Those words repeated in my head all day. Those words were the first thing i thought of the following day. Causing me to skip breakfast and already counting the calories I'd lose with 100 jumping jacks or with running for half an hour.
