Today was humiliating. Why do they do this to us? I have no clue. Today started the same as any other day. After her usual good morning Mrs. Smith pulled out a chart. “America is becoming obese and so today we’re going to weigh you all and place you on the chart accordingly.”My heart sank. I was exactly fat, but I wasn’t slim either. We all lined up to get weighed I went all the way to the end of the line hoping no one would be listening when Mrs. Smith gave me the verdict. Sasha was weighed. “100 even. A perfect weight Miss. Sasha.”

The line got shorter and shorter. After a student was weighed they returned to their seat and listened attentively at on another’s weight as Mrs. Smith reported them. It was my turn. I’m not going to write how much I weighted just know it was 60 more the Sasha. “Sweetie you’re overweight,” whispered Mrs. Smith. Her whisper was louder than intended and the class erupted with laughter. My BFF Sasha couldn’t even look at me.

I came straight home after school. “Sweetie what’s wrong” my nanny asked. She’s soooo nice. My parents are always bust with work but my nanny’s always there so I told her. I told her everything, my weight, me being “overweight”, Sasha ignoring me. “Well there comes a time where we all have to make a decision. You can take what your teacher and ignore it or you can acknowledge it”

“Acknowledge it?” I questioned

“Yes ma’am, if you acknowledge it you could try to lose weight by exercising more and dieting. You’re always beautiful but it may make you feel better. You could get all skinny and be that pretty cheerleader in high school or ignore everything she says and be yourself”

So there it was I had a choice to make. Either lose weight and hit that perfect 100 weight or stay the way I am or even worse.
Well we’ll see how this goes.
~Melanie

September 18th 2011


210lbs
I didn’t wanna go back to school. I was hopping mama would be able to find an online school or let me be homeschooled, but no. Today was my first day back at Orange County Prep. My parents are too rich for their own good, so they insisted that I attend one of California’s most prestigious prep schools. I knew I would hate this school from the very beginning. All the little s***s pranced around in the little uniform skirts and crisp white blouses. I knew I wouldn’t like this school when they couldn’t find a skirt in my size no matter how much money my mom pushed at the receptionist. I tried my best to make myself invisible. I tried to blend in. I found my class easily and sat in the back hopping no one would notice me. I was wrong. I didn’t know the very seat I chose belonged to the most popular and equally evil girl in the school. Students stared and whispered. I wasn’t sure why. It’s usually something about my weight. No one warned me of my bad seating choice. I didn’t realize my mistake until it was too late. She walked into class 5 minutes late, fashionably late you could say. She walked in my direction, noticed me in her seat and glared. You’re dead. I still had no idea what I did to her, but I knew it wasn’t good. She didn’t say a word to me, but I knew that this, whatever it was, was going to be very very bad.
– Melanie

September 18th 2011

114.3lbs

Good afternoon cutie. What a day huh? Great way to start off another year at Warlinton Institute. This morning was kind of a drag. I shouldn’t have eaten that much for breakfast. Note to self: only half a piece of toast in the morning. I felt so bloated when I got school I couldn’t show up to first period looking that inflated. I had to get that toast back out of me before anyone saw me. Ugh throwing up before class was so last year wasn’t it? Well I’m almost to my goal weight. I’ll be fine. Anyways, I checked myself in the mirror and strolled to class, fashionably late I guess you could say. I open the door and flash Mr. Anderson a smile. Good morning sir I know you’ll over look my tardiness. Teachers pet? Nah. Teachers worst nightmare? I’d say yes. I give Christina and Sasha a wink. Welcome back ladies. I find my seat and look who it is. She’s got some balls siting in my seat. I shoot her a glare. You’re dead. God she looks like she’s gunna s*** herself. I don’t speak to her, but we have an understanding. I’m going to make her life hell, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Time for cheer practice .XOXO

~ Melanie
March 13th 2011


226lbs
It seems that angering the queen bee of the school causes all her little minions to hate you just the same. Over the days, weeks, and months I’ve been able to make myself virtually invisible. Don’t raise your hand in class. Ask questions after. Don’t. DO NOT make eye contact. Sheesh. I eat lunch alone in the handicapped bath room stall. That’s all I do, eat, ever since that day in 7th grade I found comfort in food despite its effect on my weight. While I sit in my stall they come in and perfect their hair, adjust their skirt and gossip. I soak up every last word, every mean thing they say about the other kids and sometimes even about me. Today I found out something that no one else knew. She walked into the bath room with her little minions giggling at the rude comments she made. I’ll catch you guys later. I need to touch up my makeup.”The other girls left the bathroom. Now it was just she and I. Well I’m sure she thought she was alone because I was subconsciously holding my breath in the comfort of my stall. Then it happened she went into the stall and threw up her lunch. Sobbing came from the stall she was in. She wasn’t perfect and she knew it. She wasn’t better than any of us. She walked out of her stall, and so did I. She looked at me through the mirror. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell. I glared back. I hate you. We didn’t say a word. We never, have but at that moment I knew we hand one final understanding. She won’t bother me again. – Melanie
March 13th


100.9lbs

What. The. Hell. The school year was going so well. So far you’ve become cheer captain as always. And this year you managed to stay at the top of the school food chain. Those who don’t look up to me make themselves scarce just like that fat ol what’s her face. I was so careless I didn’t even make sure no one was in the restroom. I thought it would be easy to stop throwing up my food. I don’t want to be anorexic, but I just want to be 100 pounds even. I can’t believe that heifer knows my secret. No one finds out my secret and makes it out alive. Ok maybe I’m a little overdramatic, but I can’t believe I didn’t sass her back into her place. Who did she think she was glaring at me like that? Could she see through the makeup and the social status? She could see me for who I really was. I’m insecure and I’m not perfect. Wait. Who am I kidding? I am perfect and everyone loves me. Well they love what they know about me. Why couldn’t I think of anything mean to say to her? Why didn’t I give her that know your place glare? I’m losing my touch. Ever since that day in 7th grade, I vowed to do what it took to be skinny. We’re imperfect. All I can say is at that very moment we had an understanding. I won’t bother her as long as she keeps her huge chops closed.
~ Melanie