This is an entry for Lavender Blue's Prologue Contest. I'm not quite sure if I want to turn this into a novel, but I definitely wanted to experiment and bring up issues about size and weight in this piece. So I hope you like it! Thanks for reading!
November 24,
1 Year Previous:
The three most horrible words I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
“Climb the rope.”
I know Ms. Schwartz was being nice about it, but my feet just couldn’t move when I looked at the rope. The rope was twenty-five feet tall, and it was hanging from the ceiling of the gym.
I also happen to weigh one hundred and eighty-six pounds. It’s humiliating for an obese girl, with hay colored hair, embarrassing freckles and acne, and oh yeah, fat, to climb a rope in front of her classmates. Especially in the skimpy gym uniform the school makes everyone wear.
I gripped onto the rope, but my fingers were too sweaty, and I felt so much anxiety. I wondered what Ms. Schwartz would’ve done if I said no. Would I have gotten a zero?
But no, this morning in gym, I convinced myself I would have to at least make an attempt at the rope. I could probably get up past eight feet before tiring out. I had a sudden burst of confidence.
I put my feet on the bottom of the rope near the knot, and just jumped. In front of all those popular girls, geeks, nerds, jocks. All those kids who were mean and rude, but still are in a higher class of the school social ladder than I am. They all watched as I fell flat on my face. I stumbled off the rope, my feet six inches from the ground, and fell on the hardwood floor. And boy, did I ball my eyes out. I don’t think my tear ducts will let me cry for awhile.
They all laughed at me. Those kids who were watching me, those people I thought would be so surprised if I did make it to the top. They’d think it was Armageddon or something. But they all made the humiliation worse. Their laughter was almost as worse as the sight of a zombie with a hatchet.
Ms. Schwartz took me to the nurse’s office, and as I was laying on one of the cots, I was so frustrated that I came up with a resolution.
It might be difficult, but today I realized I would rather be admired, not embarrassed.
In a year, I’m going to be thin. Thin Candie is going to impress everyone with her wit, charm, and great physique. I’m going to have boyfriends and refuse to try out for cheerleading, no matter how much those cheerleaders beg me too.
Overall, Thin Candie will make it up to the top of the rope, and everyone will cheer.
I’m going to say goodbye to chocolate bars and start eating nothing.
Next year, people are going to love me.
