October 1993-October 1994
The person I was in my head was so different from who I actually was. She looked so
different. I read romance books voraciously, imagining myself in tight skirts,
meet-cute-ing my One True Love. We’d have passionate verbal battles that would
end in equally passionate kisses. Meanwhile, in real life, my skin was
exploding, my hair was limp, and I was so fat. At school, I was constantly vigilant about being picked on, though it
rarely happened. After school, my whole body would unclench in one big shiver.
I sprained my ankle and missed school. It was such a relief.
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