Note: This piece was written by a woman who has chosen to remain anonymous.
The week before you graduate high school, you get your wisdom teeth removed.
You vomit out your first dose of medicine, and Mama decides it’s best you didn’t take them again. So you spend the better part of two months gargling salt water and eating nothing but clear broths and gravy— and naturally, you lose about 10 pounds from it.
Well at least one good thing came of this, Mama says, now you just need to keep it off.
The next summer, you do a two-week juice cleanse. One of those cleanses you get from an Instagram post that requires a $40 book, but guarantees you’ll lose 16 lbs in 14 days.
For two weeks, you made smoothies that made you shit constantly— but all that comes out is water, because those smoothies are your only source of food.
You have so much discipline.
Mama smiles at you proudly as your head grows light.
A few days before winter break, you get a stomach bug.
You spend two days vomiting and another two not eating.
When you get home, Auntie gets a pizza from Costco, and it’s the best pizza you’ve ever tasted.
You eat four greasy slices before Mama shouts at you—
Stop! You’ve had enough!
That summer, Mama goes on a trip for a few weeks.
At 116 lbs, you decide you are much too heavy and that you’re going to lose 20 lbs by the time you see Mama again.
You start running every day— up to six miles. All you eat is a package of Belvita crackers.
When your brother offers you a bite of his taco, you yell at him. And when you fall off the treadmill at the gym, you tell the patron that makes you drink chocolate milk that you’re just out of shape.
You go to California the next week and gorge yourself on food.
When you see Mama the week after that, she says you’ve gained weight— you already weigh so much more than she ever did— and are getting too old to not watch your figure— at your age, she was already working out twice a day and eating once.
You stare at a box of pink pills—your roommate has already picked up on your hesitance to eat breakfast and dinner, you can’t have her pick up on this too.
For the most part, you’ve stopped obsessing over quick fixes because of her. But you’re going home for Thanksgiving soon.
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