The Meal Plan

Chapter 11

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I needed a dress for the wedding, something that didn’t make me look like a baby elephant. For every overweight girl who ‘decided’ to go to her high school prom, an important wedding or any form of gathering where she was expected to wear a dress, there were two options:

Option one, Go out and buy the same kind of dress that a skinny girl would wear, regardless of how it would look on you. This was more to prove a point to yourself, your friends, your enemies, and your mother. Similar to this option was buying a dress that would emphasize the assets that come with being overweight. And by assets, I meant big boobs.

"Look mom, this mermaid dress fits me!" is a code for: “They don't make these kinds of dresses for fat people! It means I do not have a weight problem, mom!”

This option furthered denial and bought the wearer time up to another month of delusions about their body--at least until the pictures came out.

Option two was to go to Macy's, Torrid, Lane Bryant, wherever, and buy a "figure flattering" dress. Figure flattering is one of those evil phrases! It's evil because it has different meanings depending on how you use it. In the case of dresses, it's the euphemism for "This dress won't offend people with your huge rolls hanging out, because they're covered up by bolts of fabric."

It's hard to decide which option is worse. Option 1, the wearer can walk around for weeks and brag about how they got their dress at a prestigious boutique or straight from the designer herself. But, behind her back, people are surely gossiping devilishly about her.

"Oh-em-gee, she bought a dress from PEACHES?! That CAN'T be possible. I know for a fact that Peaches doesn't carry plus sizes...She must look like a stuck-freaking-pig! I can't WAIT to see how that one goes. Haw haw haw haw haw! Let's all tell her it looks awesome on her just so we can see that huge pig face of hers smile...Haw haw haw haw!" *laughs and flips hair*

And on the important night, the wearer, in her delusional fantasies, has to try and deflect the "compliments" coming to her with smirks on their faces, and convince herself that the dress really does look phenomenal on her! And the looks people are giving her? Well, they're just JEALOUS they don't have boobs like these and a butt like this!

I never chose Option 1. Not because I didn't want to-but because my mom would not pay for anything that didn’t fit me. Figure flattering was the only way to go. There were absolutely no dresses with cut-outs, too much cleavage showing, no butts hanging out from behind....etc.