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I don't know if any of you are in high school, but if you are you can probably relate.
(Names are changed in the freak chance they might find this)
In our juinor class (11th) , there's this unofficial race of sorts: the goal is to be the thinnest; and the competition is cuthroat. Right now, Lindsay, me (somehow), Becca, and Kylee are at the bottom. Ironically, the four of us are best friends, and I'm the only one with Ana. They're naturally that small- and three of us have the exact same measurements and size. And they eat too, without purging...
Lunch is a circus, overall. Girls push their salad around on the plate and complain loudly (to their boyfriends too, naturally) about how fat their thighs are. Food labels are read aloud for all to hear and admire, and all that jazz.
The funny thing is- I have literally watched those same girls stuff their face in the bathroom and stash the food in their locker. As long as they think that no one is watching, they eat and eat. And not purge. It's all superficial...
The interesting thing is, the boyfriends that they try to impress get annoyed with it quickly. I have several best guy friends who tell me how irritating it is listening to their gf's moan and groan about their fatness, and trying to convince them they are not fat. Needless to say, I made a note of this at the beginning.
Gotta love high school, eh?
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