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[A/N] I decided to re-post this story because so many very kind and encouraging people asked me to. I hope this makes you happy and puts a little smile on your face.
**Baby Ruth**
When I was a little girl my mother always used to call me her little pixie. I loved that nickname because it made me feel so special.
Today, no one would call me a pixie anymore. Probably because pixies don't have trouble squeezing their asses into a size sixteen dress.
But things are like they are and changing them is difficult and exhausting. I think it's unfair that I'm the only one in my family who is overweight. Emmett used to be a quite chubby as a kid but once he started with the whole Kickboxing and Football crap he lost all of it. Now he's all muscles instead of fat plus he's tall what means he can eat basically whatever he wants too without worrying about gaining weight again.
I don't think I'm going to grow anymore, what means I'll be stuck at 4.7 for the rest of my life and the hope of getting thinner by some miracle-like overnight growth spurt is out of the question.
It's not like I haven't tried any fucking diet under God's sun but the embarrassing truth is I have too many taste buds and too little discipline to stick to them. I love my food creamy and sweet or alternatively crispy and fatty.
I hate those liars on TV that tell you it was so freaking easy to get rid of their extra pounds because suddenly they discovered how yummy green apples are or celery or whatever kind of healthy stuff.
To me it's still celery and its chances on being considered mouthwatering for me are as big as Paris Hilton's on becoming a brain surgeon.
So, this is hopeless and I wouldn't be complaining about my weight but I'm desperate. The main reason to lose weight should be improving your health but all I care about is this stupid dress. I need to find one for prom and the last six dresses I have tried to put on yesterday at the mall looked horrible on me. I want something pretty, preferably in silver or pink but what they offer in my size is probably more appropriate for attending a funeral.
I gave up and decided that I'm probably not going there anywhere because I won't get a date. Who wants to date a chubby dwarf like me? Fuck my life.
"Alice, what do you want for breakfast, sweetie? Mom asks me, sipping on the cup of coffee between her hands. She's the most beautiful and kindest person on earth. I wished I could look more like her but that's impossible because we're not genetically related. My birth mother is probably fat like me. Or she isn't and didn't want to keep me because I was fat and ugly in her eyes. The thought is hurtful and cramps around my heart but I try to shove it away as good as I can.
"Alice, what do you want to eat?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't raise your voice like that. You need to eat something in the morning."
"I NEED to lose weight."
"Oh sweetie, that's just baby fat. It will…,"
"It will not disappear. I'm seventeen now, Mom. That is too old for the baby fat excuse."
"You still need to eat—point. Do you want me to make you some fruit salad?"
I nod my head and when I hesitantly nibble on the first piece of pineapple a few minutes later Emmett rushes down the stairs, stuffing two pancakes at the same time between his lips when Mom puts them on his plate.
"You should try chewing your food before you swallow." I tell him, pouring myself a glass of diet coke. I love that shit. It's so delicious and it has no calories. A true gift from the gods.
"It's not like you are the kind of person to tell anyone how to eat."
"Emmett, stop teasing her all the time, it's not nice. Your sister has a heavy bone structure and…,"
"Mom, just drop it. I know that I'm fat. Emmett knows I'm fat. Dad knows I'm fat. The only one who doesn't want to admit it is you and you only do that because you love me."
"Oh sweetie,"
"We have to go now or we'll be late for school. Emmett?"
He pulled out his cell and typed a text into it.
"Rose will pick us up in a few. You'll still be riding with us. Will you?"
Like I have a choice since he crashed MY car against the garage a month ago. Dad is still having trouble with the insurance company and although I'm glad that nothing happened to my brother apart from a few scratches I'm still pissed he killed my Chevy. I really liked that car.
"Belly-Ali, are you going to ride with us or take the bus to school?"
Let me think. School bus—about 30 shitheads that make fun of me, Rosalie's car—only two of them…
I love my brother Emmett, I really do. He has a big mouth but that's just a façade, I know how he is like when he puts that guard down. It doesn't happen too often and sure as hell not at school where he's so desperate to keep up his role as the tough guy but I love him anyway.
Whom I don't particularly love is the skinny bitch who dares to call herself his girlfriend. Rosalie is everything I will never be—tall, blonde and slim. I hate her with the passion that all chubby girls feel towards the skinnier once.
Her pearly shimmering mouth curls up to a smile when she sees us and when Emmett wraps his arms around her tiny waist I stare down at the ground. Hopefully, they'll be soon done with eating off each other's faces. I bet that's the only thing Rosalie is having for breakfast anyway.
On our ride to school I try to ignore both, Rosalie and the awful rumbling in my stomach as good as I can. It's not working. I know there is a candy bar in my backpack and letting its chocolate melt on my tongue right now would make me feel better. After a few moments of inner struggling I pull it out. So, I'm going to have this and nothing more for the rest of the day. I can do it. I sure can.
The chocolate melts deliciously all over my tongue and my face turns into the brightest crimson under God's sun when Emmett grins at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Didn't you tell Mom that you wanted to lose your baby-fat?"
"Mind your own damn business." I snarl back at him, quickly stuffing the empty package back into my backpack. Damn it, I should have waited until I was alone before I ate the chocolate. Why do I have to be so weak and sugar horny?
I continue bitching at my poor brother until his Miss Perfect of a girlfriend steps in. She snarls at me and I snap back, calling her an anorexic bitch. One word leads to another and I'm sure that I'm going to take the bus tomorrow whether I want to or not. Or I could walk that would sure burn off a shitty amount of calories.
"Do you want to come to our place for Dinner tonight?" Emmett asks her, trying to change the topic of the conversation. I don't want to sit on the same table like her but there isn't much I can do about that. Maybe one day they'll break up and to be honest I hope that day will come soon. Emmett is too good to spend the rest of his life with someone who is so terribly superficial.
"I can't. My cousin from Arizona is moving in to live with us until she finds a place of her own and I'm trying to help her unpack after school."
"Is she pretty?"
"Does it matter?"
"Oh Babe, you are so effing cute when you are jealous. I'm just kidding. No one could ever be prettier than you."
Slim…slim…more slim. Do all guys act as silly as that when they are in love or has Barbie girl sort of brain washed him?
"She's good looking in a way. Not that much interested in makeup and stuff as far as I remember but pretty nonetheless."
The rest of this awful day passes soon. During lunch break I manage not to eat anything but that's not really a challenge because the food in the school cafeteria sucks beyond words.
Dad is already home when open the door and that is very unusual. He works too much and sometimes it feels as if he's living in the hospital and not at home with us.
"Hi baby girl. How was school?"
"Shitty like usual. You are back early. Are all of your patients dead yet and you have no one left to treat?"
He chuckled and leaned forward to plant a kiss on my forehead.
"Just taking a few days off to take your mother on a trip to Paris,"
"Can I come with you?"
"You have school to attend and despite that your mother and I need some alone time now and then."
I roll my eyes at that. My parents are OLD, sex isn't supposed to play a huge role in their life anymore. Arg, the thought is so gross…
"The whole family can go to Hawaii over Christmas though. It's beautiful there."
Like I want to go to any place where I had to wear a bathing suit, I would prefer dying as an option any time.
He cleared his throat and grabbed an apple from the counter, taking a bite from it before he spoke up again.
"I have hired someone for you."
"A babysitter? Are you trying to shit me? I don't need anyone to kiss me good night when you and Mom are gone."
"Miss Swan is not a babysitter and if I hired one it would most likely be for your brother and not you. I hope he doesn't destroy the house with his friends during one of his parties."
"I'll have an eye on that." I tell him, grabbing a cookie from the bowl on the table. I should not eat that but it's only one. One tiny cookie won't hurt that bad.
"So, Miss Swan is going to come here in a few minutes and I really hope you'll get along. Hiring her was expensive."
"What did you hire her for?"
"She's some sort of diet coach. A trainer that will help you to get your little weight problem under contr…,"
"WHAT THE FUCK! Why are you doing this to me? Do you have fun embarrassing me? You know what I'm off here."
"Stay and calm down, you're going to at least talk to that woman."
"You can talk to her if you want to! I sure as hell won't!"
I sniffed because I could already feel the tears building in my eyes. It was so very humiliating and I was so angry that he had considered doing something like that behind my back. A diet coach! Could this get any worse? I don't need some skinny bitch telling me that eating fries will not improve my chances on losing weight. It's a waste of time, money and the little bit of pride I have left.
Dad sighs and goes to open the door when the bell rings. I hear him talking in the hall. If he's smart, he'll send her away right now. What kind of mean person makes a living out of the misery of other people anyway? Thanks God Emmett is not here. He would so make fun of this embarrassing situation. Dad, I hate you!
"So, there she is, Miss Swan. That's my Alice."
"Hi Alice," she waves her hand at me and whether I want it to or not I have to admit that she's beautiful. Not just pretty or good looking but beautiful in every sense of the word. Her heart-shaped face is framed by long, silky shimmering mahogany curls and her eyes are the darkest shade of brown I have ever seen.
"Hi Miss Swan," I whisper, my mouth feeling suddenly way too dry to speak and so I reach for the bottle with the diet coke. When I'm just about to take the first sip she reaches out her hand, the silver bracelets around her wrist clicking against my skin and pulls the bottle away from me.
"You need to stop drinking crap like that." With that she pours the rest of my favorite drink down the sink. "Oh and you don't have to call me Miss Swan, that makes me feel old. Bella will do just fine."