I looked down at my new drivers license. A fat girl stared at me from the picture on the left side. Who the hell was this fat chick?"I told you, I am gonna be honest, and I'm sorry, but you are correct. You are a little fat."
My jaw dropped and I sat there gaping at him. Nestor was laughing at his own candor, so the corners of my mouth went up, too. But I felt so disgusting all of a sudden. We were at a resturant, and I didn't even look up when the waiter came over.
"Here's your chicken salad, ma'am. And here's a black bean salad for you, sir." I suddenly wanted to die before I ate that chicken salad.
Liquids only! my mind chirped at me. Fiber! Nutrients! Exercize! What the hell was I going to do for exercize?! My brain was working out plans for myself in the only way it knew how. Which, of course, was in response to male criticism.
"I can't believe you just said that," I told him. I scooted my food around with the fork.
"I didn't mean to be rude. And I don't want you to be thinking about it too much. But you are. I love you the way you are, though, and its not important to me. But, yes, it is true."
"Oh my god." I laughed like I was surprised and amused at the same time. What I really felt was disappointed. I was sad that it had gotten to this point. I was going to have to do something for real.
"I'm sorry! You are a little puffy!" Nestor was still laughing at these admissions. I think he was laughing at my horror, too.
The next twenty minutes were the quietest lunch date I've ever had. It wasn't because I was eating.
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