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Chapter 2: Diets and Doughnuts
‘Not too much for me please, I'm on a diet.’ I announced proudly to my mother who stood by the stove serving pasta.
‘What?’ she asked, one elegant eyebrow raised.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. ‘I. Am. On. A. Diet. Do you want me to spell it out?’
She frowned ‘why?’
‘Because I'm fat, duh!’
She rolled her beautiful hazel eyes, ‘oh hon, no you’re not!’
‘Yeah I am, so like half what you’re giving to dad please.’ I realise I'm being rude, but I just can’t help it. My natural teenage hormones have kicked in.
She shook her head in annoyance and I realised I would have to sweeten her up if I wanted her to be in any fit mood to answer my questions.
When I took a bite of my pasta and sauce a jolt of tomato-y goodness exploded in my taste buds. ‘Hey mom this pasta is the bomb!’ I said in between mouthfuls.
I could have easily eaten double but I manage to restrain myself.
She smiled, ‘Thank you darling.’
I take a deep breath, ‘um mom, dad, can I ask you something?’
They nodded apprehensively.
‘I think I know what I would like for my birthday... I mean as well as a car.’ my parents had reluctantly agreed to buy me a little fiesta after many months of begging.
‘Spit it out then.’ My dad said brusquely, sipping his wine.
‘A bellybutton piercing,’ I mumbled not daring to look up form my meal.
An entire five seconds of silence went by before my mum said a firm ‘NO.’ And my dad chocked on his wine.
‘Aw why not?’ I moaned ‘all the girls have them and they look super cute.’
‘What I don’t understand,’ my dad said, ‘is why anyone would want a hole through their bellybutton.’
I giggled, he was cute, ‘its not through your bellybutton dad, its like just above it!’
‘The answers still no.’
‘but-‘
‘NO!’ they both shouted. My shoulders slumped.
After dinner I go up to my room and bring up some clothes websites. To be honest I don’t have much idea of what’s fashionable and what's not. Narrowing my brow in concentration I pick out some pretty skirts and a sheer lace top.
Its staring at the picture perfect model - with her loose golden curls and slender physique, she makes me want to call it a day already. No matter how hard I try to be someone else these girls aren’t stupid; they will see through my smokescreen and pierce the heart of reality.
‘no!’ I say out loud. It’s been two hours. You are so not giving up yet!
I climb off my bed, swinging my legs round to hit the floor with a muted thud. Grabbing a notepad and pen I begin to construct my to-do list:
The Popular Project
· Lose weight: seriously though, you are fat. Aka, no more doughnuts.
· Get a decent hair cut: this isn’t the 1970s, what were you even thinking???
· Persuade the parentals to allow a small belly piercing.
· New clothes: because school is TOTALLY a fashion parade.
· Maybe perhaps learn gymnastics... you never know when you could be roped in to cheer practise... :/ haha
· And finally: be confident: confidence is cute.
I sigh, it’s a long list, that will take time to perfect. I will start in the morning with a healthy breakfast. No more pancakes for you... I muse. From now on muesli is the way forward!
And with that positive mental attitude I collapse back onto my bed and fall asleep, tired even at the thought of exercise.
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