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I wouldn't ask for a dressing room. My mom always asked for me.
The evening before I had repeatedly risen from my seat and piled on excess noodles suffocated in meat sauce. Then I licked my bowl with the buttered garlic bread, leaving no evidence of the four servings I had inhaled. In the morning I would be forced to lie on my bed and suck in my stomach just to button my jeans. I dreaded school shopping. The sale rack, with its slender size markers, knew my number continued to bloat.

I learned how to eat from my dad: fast and without thinking. In our house, the dinner table involved battle, with the children on defense. One false move and our dinner would be snatched off our plates without warning and gobbled up by our father faster than we could blink. We soon learned to keep a hand up while devouring our chicken strips, and if Mom decided to cook that night we needed to hurry and get seconds before it was gone.

Only one pair of jeans I tried on fit. I lied and told my mother I could button every pair but only needed the jeans that lay guarded in my hands. We walked to the checkout.

I kept my head down as we passed a group of girls. They whispered. I glanced up only long enough to know my place. Their eyes cut at me, hands cupped over their mouths in secrecy.


The recess bell rang and I followed two girls in my third grade class out past the monkey bars to the fenced grassy area. We all wore the same clothes that year: khaki pants and polo shirts. Everyone was the same, or that was the idea.

“I like your pants. Where did you get them?” Marcy asked Alicia. I nodded in agreement, thankful they had removed their cupped hands and I could hear the conversation.

“Really? I like yours better,” Alicia replied.

“We should trade. What size are you?” Marcy asked.

“I don't know …” Alicia said, finding the tag in the back of her pants. “Seven.”

“Me too,” Marcy said.


I hid in line as I held the jeans, tag folded in so nobody could see the number inscribed on it was 12. I am not a size seven.

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T.R.Trevino said...
Feb. 12, 2011 at 5:28 pm

I have the same...issue. My mom and sister are nearly perfect when it comes to weight. I, however, am not. I hate going school cloths shopping, especially for jeans. I always tell my mom that, yes, I could fit into each pair we pick out, but they look weird. I remember my sister coming with me and my mom once and listening to us while we're talking and suddenly asking, in a rather snobby voice, "She's a size 12?" I wanted to cry.


Your writing is truly great, though!

ama1013 replied...
Feb. 18, 2011 at 8:49 pm
omg i can totally relate to you...but don't feel that way. everyone is different it's what inside that counts. That's what everyone tells me to think at least...haha ;) just think positive
born2dance92 said...
Feb. 9, 2011 at 9:25 am
I was so impressed that this came from someone of your age. Don't ever feel inferior to anyone because of your size. CURVES ARE BEAUTIFUL. Embrace your body and be proud! And most importantly, keep writing. You have amazing talent.
MrsLadySlimShady said...
Feb. 2, 2011 at 7:09 pm
Some people don't understand what it's like for people who aren't the skinnest. I feel terrible about myself, and I don't mean to. I don't want to feel or look depressed. I just want to be me. But I don't eve know who "me" is anymore.
MrsLadySlimShady said...
Feb. 2, 2011 at 7:07 pm

We're two of a kind. My mom drags me out shopping all the time. She's a stick, while I'm 30 pounds heavier. My self-esteem? Um, none.

Since I don't have much of a fashion choice, I have (without my knowledge), become a tomboy. I wear basketball shorts, T-shirts, and whatnot. T-shirts- my comfort clothes look weird on me now.

This was absolutely amazing. Keep writing. 

VirginieC This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 3, 2011 at 4:21 pm
your weight or style doesn't define who you are, kids these days can be really mean, but there's definitely people like you who would love to meet you
WritingLoverForever said...
Jan. 27, 2011 at 4:55 pm just at a loss for words right now. This is truly amazing. I know exactly how you feel--self-conscious and embarrassed about your body. I've always struggled with that, because I have a very low self-esteem. It doesn't help that people at school have called me fat on more than one occasion. I'm not the biggest girl out there, but I'm not the smallest either. But I'm big enough that I can't wear T-shirts because I bulge way too much in them. It sucks, and I can totally relate to wha... (more »)
kitkat95 said...
Dec. 26, 2010 at 7:21 pm
wow that was reaaly amazing i cant say i know how yo feel because ive never struggle with weight but i tought it was from when youu were in high school ar now its so shocking to hear how kids feel about thier wwieht
Haleyelizabeth replied...
Jan. 14, 2011 at 7:34 pm
i have never struggled with weight, but i think that i can kinda relate - not with weight, but i dont have many good friends. 2 close ones, i never have really gotten picked on that badly but i know people do talk about me. i wish i didnt have crooked teeth. :/
softballfreak42 replied...
Jan. 21, 2011 at 5:16 pm
Great story. i can definitely relate, since i'm not the skinny toothpick on the block...
kitkat95 replied...
Jan. 21, 2011 at 6:59 pm
You dont have to be skinny to feel great about your self 
reenay_95 said...
Dec. 23, 2010 at 10:05 pm
i remember when i was younger, elementary age, i was always bigger than the other girls. i was wayyy taller and just grew up faster. i wasn't overweight, but i've never been skinny either. but as time went on, other girls got bigger and i felt a lot better. i remember being ashamed to say my weight or pants size, but not anymore.
. said...
Dec. 14, 2010 at 3:03 pm
wow i loved this article being overweight is nothing to be ashamed of i am one of the "skinnny" girls at school at trust me we dont care what size you wear as long as it looks good on you loved the article
silentvocal replied...
Dec. 14, 2010 at 6:16 pm
this is no doubt true. Yes i do like this article a lot, especially because you can't quite find where it is going, and that the simplicity speaks so much. you write very much in character which is wonderful. this is very real-that is what i like. i know those annoying comments about size, as i am always called "Anarexic" when i know very well i am just rite. people say a picture says a thousand words, i often think vise-versa. and this is what a literature peice should do, paint, and put togeth... (more »)
Olivia said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 12:55 pm
it is a good story. Especially for People who think they need to be the same. No One is the same, no one is perfect.!
t.hampton said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 12:54 pm
this is really nice, i actually felt the way she would feel throughout the narrative
wspencer said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 12:53 pm
Yeah this article is true about some girls because they dont want to fell ashame about wearing a big size but they just need to be there self's and chill out with all the haters.?
laughsalot said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 9:49 am

i can relate their is alot of pressure to be skinny

but just remeber you are who are

no need to change that 

moon_light_writer said...
Dec. 4, 2010 at 11:02 pm
But I am a size small in shirts.
moon_light_writer said...
Dec. 4, 2010 at 11:00 pm
I feel the same way as you do. I wear a size 11 in pants.
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