"This is crazy!" Lizzie whined. She was tugging at a pair of jeans, but
couldn't get them past her thighs.
"Lizzie, I don't get what this is all about," said Miranda, watching her friend curiously as she battled a pair of jeans. "Your aunt bought you, like, all those new clothes. Who cares if some of your old clothes don't fit?"
"I care," she replied firmly. After a few more shrieks and tugs, she finally gave up on the pants and threw them to the ground. "Hit me again."
Miranda sighed and pulled another pair of pants out of Lizzie's drawer. She tossed them across the room to Lizzie, who furiosly went to work trying to slip them on.
When it was obvious that none of last year's jeans would fit, Lizzie flopped onto her bed in defeat. "Miranda, you would tell me if I'd put on weight, right?"
Miranda felt uncomfortable under Lizzie's questioning glare. "Sure."
"Well..." Lizzie looked down at herself, then back at Miranda. "Am I fat?"
Miranda shook her head firmly. "No way! You're not fat."
Lizzie was choking back tears. "How come none of my clothes fit, then?"
Miranda walked over to the bed and sat down beside Lizzie. She put her arm around her reassuringly. "Just because you've gotten a little bigger doesn't mean you're fat."
Tears overflowed in Lizzie's eyes and rolled down her cheeks. That obviously wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Yes it does. Matt's right. I'm fat. I can't believe I was so stupid... I didn't even notice all the weight I was putting on." She started crying harder and buried her face into Miranda's shoulder.
"Don't say that, Lizzie," Miranda cooed. She hugged Lizzie and let her cry. "You know you can't believe that little dork. He'll say anything."
Lizzie shook her head persistantly. "I know you're trying to make me feel better, Miranda, but for once my brother's right. I didn't spend a whole lot of time looking in mirrors this summer, but now that I've really looked at myself..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.
Miranda continued to say comforting things throughout the afternoon, but Lizzie was inconsolable.
"Lizzie, I don't get what this is all about," said Miranda, watching her friend curiously as she battled a pair of jeans. "Your aunt bought you, like, all those new clothes. Who cares if some of your old clothes don't fit?"
"I care," she replied firmly. After a few more shrieks and tugs, she finally gave up on the pants and threw them to the ground. "Hit me again."
Miranda sighed and pulled another pair of pants out of Lizzie's drawer. She tossed them across the room to Lizzie, who furiosly went to work trying to slip them on.
When it was obvious that none of last year's jeans would fit, Lizzie flopped onto her bed in defeat. "Miranda, you would tell me if I'd put on weight, right?"
Miranda felt uncomfortable under Lizzie's questioning glare. "Sure."
"Well..." Lizzie looked down at herself, then back at Miranda. "Am I fat?"
Miranda shook her head firmly. "No way! You're not fat."
Lizzie was choking back tears. "How come none of my clothes fit, then?"
Miranda walked over to the bed and sat down beside Lizzie. She put her arm around her reassuringly. "Just because you've gotten a little bigger doesn't mean you're fat."
Tears overflowed in Lizzie's eyes and rolled down her cheeks. That obviously wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Yes it does. Matt's right. I'm fat. I can't believe I was so stupid... I didn't even notice all the weight I was putting on." She started crying harder and buried her face into Miranda's shoulder.
"Don't say that, Lizzie," Miranda cooed. She hugged Lizzie and let her cry. "You know you can't believe that little dork. He'll say anything."
Lizzie shook her head persistantly. "I know you're trying to make me feel better, Miranda, but for once my brother's right. I didn't spend a whole lot of time looking in mirrors this summer, but now that I've really looked at myself..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.
Miranda continued to say comforting things throughout the afternoon, but Lizzie was inconsolable.