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Telling …

Chaya Basra

The bus ride was bumpy. Normally, Sheva’s stomach would have been turning and all of her energies would be invested in staving off the car sickness. Today though, her energies were concentrated elsewhere. Biting a nail, Sheva turned to look out of the window. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to remember the scene that she’d been privy to less than half an hour ago. But the images came to her unbidden.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

 The thing was that deep down she’d probably known even before following Kayla into the ladies room. The three portions of potato and cheese casserole had been an exaggerated order to say the least and Kayla knew that Sheva did not like cheese. She’d been ordering for herself, that much was clear.

Kayla had always had an affinity for food. In nursery it was the colorful snack bags that she enjoyed showing off along with homemade goodies that her mother had lovingly created. During their early elementary years, Kayla and Sheva’s every recess had been spent noshing. Sometimes on the standard super snacks that Sheva brought, and more often on more of Kayla interesting goodies. Later on, at around the fourth grade-fifth grade mark, Kayla’s kinship for good food became obvious as her body bore the brunt of her overeating. She grew chubby and sometimes girls would comment on her weight.

What did it matter if in seventh grade Kayla outgrew her mother’s homemade creations and liked to overdose on regular nosh instead, plucking down her plastic-wrapped sandwiches outside of Klein’s grocery to purchase something "more normal" instead?

So Kayla was gaining weight. That was her prerogative. As her friend, it was Sheva’s duty to offer positive feedback, never to criticize.

But things had been changing lately, Sheva knew that. Kayla had started to make self-depreciating comments about her weight and she seemed to get annoyed whenever a dress that she wanted didn’t fit right. On the other hand though, Kayla’s overeating had begun to border on the obsessive.…

 

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