Disclaimer: see first chapter
BY COMPARISON
Watching Matt
with his old girlfriend Jerri
makes me feel
like I'm some sort of
Amazonian freak of nature,
like I'm the World Trade Center
of teenage girls.
I bet whenever they went to the beach
he used to pick her up
and throw her in the water.
I bet if he tried to pick me up
his knees would buckle.
Not that I'm fat.
It's just that I'm tall
and there's so darn much of me.
I'm thinking
Matt should be with someone
more like Jerri,
someone petite
and infinitely perky.
I'm wondering what he's doing
with huge old,
terminally sluggy me.
But when she finally wiggles away,
Matt turns to me and says,
"Man, I forgot how tiny she was.
How could I ever have gone out
with someone who looks like
she could be my baby sister?"
Wow.
He always says
just
the right thing.
How does he do that?
I'm the luckiest
fifty-foot woman alive.