By Jess Myers Dad says "stay away from bread it will make you fat." Dad says "Stay away from your cousin, she'll make you fat like her." Dad says "Oh my God, look at the junk she eats. No wonder she's so fat." Dad says "She'd be so pretty if she just dropped the fat." Dad says "that's so sad." when he sees a dying skeleton of a woman on the evening news. And Dad says "it's hard to believe there's a disease that can be cured with a sandwich. But being fat will kill you too." Dad says "that's so repulsive." When he sees an obese woman on tv. and Dad says "I can't believe she's married. Who could love that?" And at dinner, when I take only a spoonful of broccoli and a slice of bread so thin we can all see through it, Dad says "Why are you doing this? Whoever told you you're fat?"
(Jess Myers graduated from Ithaca College in May of 2006, with a degree in creative writing. Her work is largely autobiographical, though she sometimes calls it fiction, because she takes perverse pleasure in seeing what meaning people ascribe to her life. Her favorite writers are David Sedaris (whose reading inspired her to change her major from vocal performance to creative writing), Dorothy Parker, and Flannery O'Connor, to name a few. Jess is also a trained equestrian and archer. Her full portfolio can be found on WritersCafe.org.)
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