“I put down the magazine I’d been pretending to read and stood up, all 180 pounds of me. “Yes.” “I’m Karen DeBarge. Come on in.” I didn’t want to “come on in.” I wanted to scream or spew obscenities or slap her skinny, patronizing face. I wanted to act like the horrible monster that I felt everyone saw when they looked at me. But that would be crazy. Lara Ardeche was sweet and polite, a pageant winner everyone admired. And she did not weigh, dear God, 180 pounds. So, clearly I really had turned into someone else, morphed into some hideous, fat monster-creature, full of sizzling rage. I held the monster at bay and followed Karen DeBarge into her office. She was in her forties, very thin, wearing a bright red suit with a conservative skirt that fell just below her knees. The ugly blouse she wore under her suit jacket had little cherries parading all over it. Her hair was sort of no-colored, and short. So were her nails. She was a bone-thin total stranger with no taste in clothing, and I ...was supposed to bare my soul to her, tell her the most intimate details of my fat, messed-up life.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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