Competition

Rebecca's soccer

Rebecca's pov

It's getting a bit cool out by the time I arrive to soccer practice Thursday evening. Nothing I can't manage. Besides it'll prevent me from sweating and stinking to much.Still I'll hop in the shower after words. I can't stand feeling all grimey, disgusting and stinky.

I've been taking my laxatives for about four weeks and still seeing weight fall off, I don't cook with butter or oil, or have my Chai with milk. However I'm still eating enough and minus the laxatives, which I only eat twice a week. I've been loosing weight in a healthy manner. Minus the laxatives ovbi. Honestly I think its a mix of dieting, being active, drinking more water and the laxatives that's made loosing weight easier. The food I eat is typically low In fiber and I do struggle with constipation from time to time so the laxatives genuinely help. And they aren't too expensive.

" Hey bex, ready to crank out some foot work today." My coach asks while I lace up my white and green cleats. In all honesty the answer is absolutely not, but I can't say that.

" One hundred percent." I respond while extending him a fist bump. He has always been nice to me. Probably because we are both Indian to be entirely truthful but who cares. He has never told me to loose weight or threatened to kick me off the team and I really appreciate that. Although we did have a super thin girl on the team two years back who got kicked off for being a liability. She was always getting injured and falling around, probably because she didn't eat anything. It's not that our team of 20 isn't diverse, but him and I are the only indians . Three sister are middle eastern, one girl is Polynesian, and two more are Pacific Islanders. We have a diverse coumminty so being Indian doesn't make feel bad or single out. However being fat does. I'm the only fat girl, none of the ther girls are even chubby. They are all normal or slim. I always look even more massive in group pictures.

" Great, let's head out to the field. I really appreciate all the effort you have been putting in lately, you are seriously improving. You are keeping pace with the group, and keeping better control of the ball. "

I lightly jog with him about 65 feet to meet up with the rest of the girls as he breaks down our workout for the day. Him saying that feels like he's noticed I've lost weight. But no one outside of my school group has said anything, and genuinely I feel like they are getting tired of me. Almost everytime I mention progress everyone but Emma af Regina role their eyes. But it's nice that coach noticed.

" Alright girls today really shouldn't be to bad, it's a yellow day so I will be working you. I want you guys to truly push yourselves and motivate one another okay?"

We all nod in response and Jamie says;

" Yes coach"

To which he responds. " Love the enthusiasm, alright to start off we're going to do our daily trident turn drill. " He takes his hat off and runs his hands through his hair.

Internally I scream, but it's fine I'll do it. It's a lot of running and control of the ball. Both of which I am getting better at,m that's not hard for me but you do need a partner. That is always the hard part, no one wants to work with the slow, short, fat girl.

" Then we are going to run through what I call the square of pain. I'll show each of you how to do it. You run through the ladder, go to the upper left corner and weave the ball through each cone and they control the ball at a light jog through the other three sides. After you run through that five times we can move on."

I know why he teaches us these new drills, and I get it. This is soccer there is bound to be running but that doesn't mean I like it. Ever.

" After that I want each of you to do for passes through the scattered cones at the opposite end of the field. Take a different path each time, make quick decisions and keep control of the ball. Ready?" He asks