Diary of a Muffin Top

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Prologue

Tomorrow is her first day of senior year meaning 180 something days until graduation, the big degree, the end to her schooling--not that she was in any hurry to graduate. She and her best friends, who are her roommates this year, Cody and Ethan were moving in to their new apartment.  

              “I. Am. So. Excited. For senior year, bros! We’re going to finally be done.”

They were going to complete degrees in marketing and finance and this first month they would be trying to land jobs for post-graduation.

“Yes we know, Roseyroon,” joked Cody. Rosey rolled her eyes at him and punched him, for one of his many nicknames for her.

“You’ve only been telling us that every day this summer,” heaved Cody as he brought in the last of the boxes they…of course at this point he had his shirt off and looked ridiculously sexy. It was crazy that he was even one of her friends, she thought, or as they all call each other, ‘bros’. She’d always been one of the guys. One of the bros. Granted they were sexy ass, fine “bros” they were her bros. And it seemed that no matter what she did, she was one of them. It didn’t help that she was always bigger and fatter than the other girls and unattractive. To top it off, her “freshman fifteen” easily became a sophomore fifteen, and junior year wasn’t too kind to her either. She was starting the year as an extra large muffin top.

She was going to have the small room with her own bathroom and Cody and Nate were sharing the other larger room in the two-bedroom apartment. She walked into the small room and proceeded to finish organizing as the boys lounged in the living room with a bottle of beer to cool off. Rosey never liked that stuff and was never a drinker; she had never even gotten wasted as the guys tend to at least every other weekend.

As she finished putting the last of her clothes in her too tiny closet with only vacuuming left to do, she plopped on the bed like a fat old duck, from exhaustion.

“Rosester” yelled Nate, “we’re going to make some burgers, you down?”

“Yeah, sure” she yelled back. They made bomb burgers, hands down.

She grabbed her diary from her bag, which reminded her to look for a new secret safe spot in the new apartment.

08/31

Diary,

I finally moved in—got the place with the bros, Cody and Ethan. This year needs to be perfect. I am going to be a senior. I’ve never been kissed, let alone asked on a date. Obviously, still a virgin, no news there. I want to be attractive. I crave attention from the guys here on campus or anywhere. This year I vow to become sexy. To try to lose weight. I willlose weight. I have to. I need to. I don’t want to be a ‘bro’ anymore. I plan to get plastered at least once. And I will...

            “ROSEY!” shouted Ethan, interrupting her diary moment. “FOOD IS READY. GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN BRO.” Okay, geez, she was on her way. She put pen back to paper to wrap up her entry.

…The boys are calling me. I will work on my to-do list. I’m tired of looking at myself in the mirror and being disgusted with myself. To a new year.

Maybe even Cody will notice I exist. Maybe.

--Muffin Top