Fat Girl

There’s a teenage girl I see in the park who runs regularly.  She wears bright red tights, a hoodie and reminds me of a dancing  bear.  She’s pretty, with long tawny hair caught in a ponytail with cheeks that seem to smile almost by accident.

And she’s fat.   images-2

I ache for her, wondering, was she always a kid with a weight problem, or is it just  overindulgence?  Why should someone that young be saddled with such a trial?

Weight’s a bitch because it’s all you think about, and I know she’s no different.  Doesn’t matter how many laps around that track she does, those thighs will still accompany her home.

“Ma, do I look thinner, just a little?”

“You need to eat more than a yogurt for breakfast, young lady.”

“Is that a no?”

Of course this sends her straight to the Twinkies imagesbecause it’s the only way those hurt feelings will momentarily be eased.

If I could talk to her, I’d tell her what a beauty she is, because she is, then tell her what little I know about Botticelli, who would have found her breathtaking.

Then I’d suggest a couple of good magazines like Women’s Health and Yoga Journal, tossing in Real Simple for good measure (I’d add a little Jane Austen but we don’t want to push it) and ask if she had a blender, the dieter’s handyman.  Life tastes pretty good if you add bananas and berries to it laced with some low-fat almond milk and a shot of Spirulina.

But I know her tactics too well.  I’ll have a Chobani for breakfast, an apple for lunch so by dinner, I’ll be ready to eat a horse, or at least a Shetland pony.

Of course in my reverie I’ll never be a mentor to this kid since, if I said a thing she’d report me to a park ranger.

The Upper East Side…strange parts, what can I say?

But I’m still rootin for her.  images-1




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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12 Responses to Fat Girl

  1. micklively says:

    I have two collies. They eat exactly the same diet; get exactly the same amount of exercise; have exactly the same life-style. One weighs in at 22kg, the other at 14kg. How is this possible? One might think, simple in versus out arithmetic would forbid it. The answer is brown adipose tissue: ostensibly the stuff that keeps you warm but, more importantly for the question at hand, how one’s body wastes energy. Some folk (and collies) are blessed with more. If we were facing starvation, brown adipose tissue would be a curse; maybe a death sentence. When you want to be thin, it is (maybe) the only real solution. So how do I get more, you may ask. The only way is to make yourself cold. Your body will respond, eventually. Hopefully, you won’t die of hypothermia in the interim.

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  2. I think you sized that up pretty well. Likely what she’s doing too. But, I hope she succeeds without hurting herself.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, so often I see people I know only dieting or only exercising. You need to do both, for a long time, to see results.
    I feel a pang for the overly chubby elementary kids I sub for. It’s just not fair to them to be starting out behind the eight ball.

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  4. Check out Dana Falsetto. She is a young oversized girl, who is the poster child for the description you just gave in this piece. She found Yoga, a love for her body and now new found fame. She is an oversized yoga instructor who amazes me every day. She is 22 and I’ve known her since she was 14…incredible. The struggle is so real for women and weight, at any size.

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    Weight…it’s what we’re made of! I too see a woman oversized pushing a stroller with a snoozing infant each morning as I go out for my run. An up side to this is she always has her sidekick – a petite woman – in step with her each morning. I can see her urging the larger woman on and I’ve also seen results through the last eighteen months with lost weight, a brighter smile, and a toddler sitting up taking in the scenery. It helps to have someone encouraging your efforts. ~Elle

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