Chapter 6: Sub-sandwich

It's happened again-me, forcing my dumb ass to throw up. I head into the bathroom and use the mouth wash to hide the after-taste of vomit.

I go into my sister's closet to grab a large hoodie, to feel normal again. Her bedroom is neat, pink, and uncluttered. She has her life together more than I ever will. I see the plethora of teen gossip, fashion, and prom magazines scattered on her bed.

I sit on Sammy's bed. The models are perfect. Their eyes all different shades and hues. I will never look like these beautiful Amazonian women. I look like me, but with the circumference of Jupiter as my waistline. The thought of my weight makes me never want to eat again.

I don't trust the numbers on my sister's broken scale. It's off by 40 pounds. It says I weigh 110. When I know, I'm 150. I know what deceit looks like. I wish she would buy a new one that works.

Another reason I don't want to get a license. I don't want a mug shot taken. Who needs their mug shot and weight amount on the same damn p