Beau.
Every day is the same. We wake up at 8 in the morning, by an alarm that wakes the whole city. We have to get dressed, brush our teeth, shower, have the same healthy breakfast with our families, then go about our days.
Its a little over a week till the annual Weigh-In. I'm weighing myself every morning now. I can't afford to gain a pound right now. I can't be the next Dana. No way.
Dana was the first one to be banished and it wasn't pretty. Most people think she's dead, that she couldn't survive on her own. But other people, a rare type, say she's still alive. If you live near the woods you can hear her "munching at midnight;" some bullshit tale to scare the kids.
You start getting weighed at ten years old. It's kind of fucked up. I'm almost 18, and as I've grown I've gained weight like any normal person. But, I'm cutting it close.
Way too close.
If am I even one-tenth of a pound over the maximum 180 pounds? It's death.
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Balance
Short Story***TW*** This story is centered around weight and societies views of people deemed overweight. There will be a lot of talk of food, weight, along with good and bad thoughts about the body*** In a world where everyone must remain a certain size and w...
