Author's Note: Hey guys! :) So this is something that actually happened when I was 15 and for some reason I thought I should turn it into a short story. The ending was kind of rushed and condensed into a small space of time because I wrote it at about 12:45am and didn't want to fall asleep and start drooling on my computer so forgive me :)Just a light read for you all :)
Height: 167cm. Weight: 56kg. Furiously I punch the numbers into the BMI calculator. An anxious ten seconds go by before two digits appear on the screen, two and zero. Twenty! I grab my health text book and check to see what range I fit in.
Eighteen to twenty-four: healthy.
Healthy? Ha! Twenty is smack bang in the middle of the healthy range! I must be one of the fittest kids in my year level. I mentally kicked myself for being so worried about the BMI exercise before coming to health class. I grin and look over to my friend Emily.
“So, how did you go?” I ask smugly.
“I got thirteen, apparently I'm very underweight,” she replied. How about you?”
“Twenty,” I say. “I'm healthy.” Feeling somewhat confident I go over to a group of friends sitting close by. “So, how'd you all go?”
“I got ten” gushed Minnie.
“Twelve,” said Mary.
“Thirteen,” added Sarina.
I looked at them all dumbfounded, why was everyone so underweight? Why wasn't I like them? Maybe I was big boned? I knew I should have taken off my watch and glasses as well as my jumper.
“What's yours Katie?” asked Minnie.
“I...uh...” I could almost feel myself stumbling backwards wanting to get away from these petite people whom I dwarfed. “Twenty,” I mumbled before rushing off. I sat back in my seat feeling deflated. People were talking amongst each other, sharing their BMIs and for some reason I felt as if I could hear them loud and clear.
“Ten,”
“Eleven,”
“Fourteen,”
“Twelve,”
I wanted to shrink away and crawl under a rock but I knew I couldn't because I was so big. Didn't anyone get a twenty? Or at least a nineteen? Then out of the corner of my eye I spot Carrie chatting to her friends. Carrie's about my size, I'm sure she got something similar to me. Slowly and hesitantly I walked over to her.
“Hey Carrie!” I say with a smile.
“Hey Katie! How'd you go with your BMI?”
“I uh... got a twenty,” I can almost feel my eyelid twitching in trepidation.
“Oh,” she says before casting her eyes down. Is she nervous? Did she get the same as me? Or better still, higher than me? I hold my breath and cross my fingers and toes.
“I got 17,” she finally says looking up at me. In her eyes I almost see pity? Heavy hearted I go to sit back down in my chair and block out the world as the teacher rambles on about how important it is to have a good BMI and be healthy. All I can think is, I got twenty. I'm fat.
Fat.
“Katie,” calls a distant voice.
Fat.
“Katie!”
Fat.
“Katie, get up! It's lunch time.”
I look up to see Emily standing impatiently waiting for me. I grab my things and follow her out to lunch.
I spend most of lunch wondering if I should eat my sandwich or skip lunch altogether while Emily chatted to some of our other friends. I was still pondering on my sandwich's impending fate when the bell finally rang signalling the end of lunch. Hurriedly, without thinking I stuff the sandwich into my mouth before realising, that's probably another kilo. I shake my head disappointedly thinking another kilo is something that I just can't afford.
***
I lay on my bed feeling guilty. I wasn't able to refuse my dinner, especially my mum's beautiful lasagne which I demolished with barely a second thought. I'm just not made for dieting, I love food far to much. I grew up in a family that ADORED food. I'm probably never going to lose twelve kilos. I stand and look in the mirror. I never thought I looked fat before, and had always been happy with myself. How can I be twenty! Twenty health-. Healthy. The guide had said that twenty was healthy and I am twenty. So why on Earth do I feel bad about myself? I almost wanted to laugh hysterically.
Oh crazy, crazy world! Just because I am surrounded by toothpicks it doesn't mean that I'm a rolling pin! Them being underweight doesn't make me overweight. I AM HEALTHY. I am happy with my weight. I put on a big, bright smile. So what if I feel like a lumbering giant around my friends? I am completely, 100% happy with how I look.
Though maybe I could still stand to lose a couple of kilos.
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