A bit of a belly 1.I stepped on a scale. I had to crane my neck just slightly in order to see the numbers on the scale over the curve of my belly. “Yep, it has happened at last.” It was destined to come and now… Now the time has finally come apparently. I’ve been dancing around it, nearing to that significant point, for a while. Today is the day, I’m officially two hundred pounds. For some people, most girls I know, it would be a reason to freak out, but not for me. After all I accepted my fate long ago. It would be stupid not to, I knew myself too well for that. I was a glutton and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. And if it meant I would have to carry around a bit of a belly, so be it. My soft, round and squishy tummy, that seemed to steal almost every extra pound for itself, was here to stay and I was cool with it. I’d even go so far and say that it looked sexy and sometimes at night I couldn’t keep my hands of it.
I started getting fat, becaus
One Day at a Gas StationCollege had been a comfort to her. So easy there, where people would offer you food in nice warm trays—who cared how good it tasted so long as it was edible? Papers were the biggest stresser imaginable—and sure, while those were intense, it was nothing compared to prospect of no home, living out of your car, with the only prospects ahead being the vague promise of an interview.
She had spent the night in a motel. Not far from her parent's house, where she had spent the weekend. Her parents, though they refused to to keep her around, did offer her a place every so often. “We can't just throw you out like that. Though we might if you got your bad habits under control.”
Bad habits, like eating a whole pizza in one sitting. That was the night she was kicked out. Her parents bought two pizzas, expecting to find left-overs the next day. They barely expected to dent the second one. Instead, they found their daughter going up and down to the pizza box—most walking
Der Unfall1. Sommer 2011
Sandra kannte Christina schon seit der Kindheit. Beide waren 18 Jahre alt und wohnten in demselben Mehrfamilienhaus. Damit hörten die Gemeinsamkeiten aber auch schon auf.
Richtige Freundinnen waren sie nie geworden. Dafür waren sie einfach zu verschieden.
Sie waren sich sogar enorm unähnlich. Mit ihrem etwas widerborstigen mischbraunen Haar konnte Sandra keinen großen Hofstaat machen. Ihre unproportionierte, schon immer etwas füllige Figur brachte auch keine Punkte. Im letzten Jahr war sie sogar richtig mollig geworden. Mit fast 90 Kilo verspottete ihre Waage sie inzwischen. Eine dauerhaft gepflegte Abstinenz von sportlichen Aktivitäten half auch nicht, den physischen Eindruck aufzupeppen. Im Gegenteil war das reichlich um die Taille gewickelte Fett weich und wabbelig. Einzig mit ihrem Gesicht war sie eigentlich immer ganz zufrieden gewesen. Mit den letzten Kilos war es aber mondrund geworden und den Platz unter dem eigentlich fein gezeichne