Food and Asians

I tell everyone I knew from college and beyond that I was a fat kid in high school. That's not true, though. I wasn't really a fat kid. Finally, I'm fessing-up to the one million people reading this. I wasn't The Fat Kid. 

But comparatively, I kinda was. A little. Sort of. 

My high school was 85% percent Asian, so even though I would have been regular-sized had I gone to  a school where they don't believe in Evolution (ha! I capitalized it, pro-lifers! Take that!)... in MY school, comparatively, I was morbidly obese. 

More on how it sucks to be a white girl going through puberty only around Asian girls later. It sucks. They just get more skinny and beautiful... stupid Asian girls!

No one ever asked me out or liked me or wha wha whatever. So I always wanted to eat because why the fuck not? Not impressing anyone anyways! Enter ten years of my life being sad I was fat and then eating those sad, sad feelings. I don't want to get into this because 1. It's dull, and 2. Literally every girl in the world could write a novel on this subject. I'm not interested. Unless it's one of those anorexic diaries where they do really weird shit like eat cotton balls. I would read about that.

Anyway,

I got mono-kinda last year from extreme work-writing-trying-to-make-my-way-in-this-world! stress, and suddenly... I'm never hungry. Ever. EVER! And even when I am hungry, eating seems like a chore.  It's amazing. How did this happen? I feel like I cheated. I've lost 10 pounds in the last year (I'm 5 feet tall, that's a lot) from not doing anything! I never work out! I'm cheating! 

I feel like I made some Faustian pact I don't remember. And I'm gonna get really hot, and then go to hell. 

Eh. 

Worth it. 

(Pictured Above: An average dinner. And yes, that is a vegan Smart Dog that is not cooked.)