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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of Dont Try to Walk before You Can Crawl (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/17/08)
TITLE: Who Are You Calling Skinny?
By Catrina Bradley
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âEverything ok, hon?â her mom, Ellen, called from the kitchen.
âI think the batteryâs dieing on the scale in there. Iâm gonna use yours, ok?â The odor of whatever was cooking made Shana want to vomit.
She closed the master bedroom door behind her, shed her robe, and went into the bathroom. Should rename this the âmistress bedroomâ. Thereâs no master in this house anymore. She used the bathroom, voiding any possible extra weight.
Yah, better. Three pounds is more like it.
She drank greedily from the tap, then reclaimed her robe and wrapped it around her diminishing frame. Opening the bedroom door, she was assaulted by the food stench. âThanks, mom. Your scaleâs fine.â
âDinner will be ready in a minute. Itâs your favorite â meatloaf.â
âGreat, thanks.â No WAY will I eat that. Does she realize how much fatâs in hamburger? She probably made mashed potatoes too. This is gonna be real fun.
Shana dug her ankle weights out from under her mattress and strapped them on. The sweats she donned not only disguised her body, but also hid the weights. The last thing she needed was her mom aggravating her about losing weight. What does Miss âI Only Care About Youâ know from skinny, anyway? Iâm fat. Fat fat fat. Iâm a whale. She fought a wave of dizziness as she stood. After she popped her third diet pill of the day, she joined her mom in the kitchen.
âOh good, just in time to set the table.â Ellen finished tossing a salad while Shana got two plates from the cabinet.
âWould you say the blessing tonight, Shana?â
âOk, whatever.â âDear God, thank you for this food, and please bless dad as he eats dinner alone in his little apartment. Amen.â Shana glowered at her mom, daring her to say something.
âThat was nice, dear. Ok, letâs dig in.â
Shana put a small slice of meatloaf and a smaller portion of potatoes on her plate. A slightly larger helping of salad followed. Shaking the bottle of dressing over the lettuce made it look like some fell onto the salad. She painstakingly cut the meat into tiny squares, and stirred the white mound of potatoes, covering a few pieces of meat in the process. She took a bite of salad, and proceeded to chew it exactly 32 times.
âAre you feeling alright, hon? Youâve been looking awfully pale lately.â Her momâs worried look only infuriated Shana.
âMaybe a stomach bug. Nothing you need to stress over. Hey, mom, would you get me some more water?â
While Ellenâs back was turned, Shana slipped some meatloaf into her napkin. âThanks. Iâm really thirsty. Meatloafâs good tonight.â
âGirl! Youâre gettingâ too thin for your own good.â
âAre you kidding, Robin?â Shana gawked at her best friend. âYouâre startinâ to sound like my stupid mom. Besides, arenât we in this diet thing together?â
âWell, yah, butâŚ thereâs dieting and then thereâs starving yourself.â Robin eyed Shana up and down. âYour legs look like two sticks comin' out of those shorts.â
âFine. Iâll cover them up so you donât have to see them.â Shana cinched her weights around her ankles and pulled on her sweat pants. The two girls straggled behind the others leaving the locker room. âYouâre still skinnier than me,â Shana added.
Robin grabbed her friendâs arm and pulled her back into the locker room. âCome on, I want to show you somethinâ.â
They stood in front of the full-length mirror. âWhat, you want me to look at myself?â Shana snorted. âI can see â Iâm fat.â
âBut, Shana, thatâs not what I see. Take those big ole pants off. Now that baggy shirt.â Robin followed suit, stripping off her own shirt. âNow, look at us together in that mirror. Look at my legs. Look at yours. You donât need a measuring tape to see who's are smaller. Look at our tummies, our arms. Whoâs skinner? Open your eyes, girl.â
Shana stared glumly, mutely, at the reflection.
âCanât you see it? Do you not see that you are scrawny? Bony? Ee-may-cee-ated. I love you, ya know. I wanna be skinny, too, but you are treading in dangerous waters. Anâ I love you too much to watch ya drown.â
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