Marc Cherry owns Desperate Housewives. I own a load of laundry that needs to come out of the dryer.
I stepped on the scale today. 99 pounds. About right, I guess, maybe another pound or two would do the trick. Or not. Actually, now it's more like a challenge.
A little extra dieting, a little extra time exercizing might work.
I mean, I'm smart, and all that. I've seen all the height/weight charts, and I'm a little under for my height, but I won't be going for another checkup for several months.
I know all about anorexia and bulemia, and that's totally not me. I never throw up. That's just too gross. I just diet. And exercize. Isn't that what a healthy lifestyle is all about?
Mom doesn't know that I spend my lunch money on salads and celery sticks, and only eat the lettuce and celery sticks. Oh, yes and some flavored water. And if she did, wouldn't she be proud of me? Trying to be healthy and all? I mean, it's not a secret or anything, just something I never told her.
I mean, I just have the coolest mom in the whole world. She treats me like an adult, most of the time. Well, there was that one time that she didn't let me see Zach anymore, but she was right about that, he really does have emotional problems. Mom's okay. I love her very much. And, don't we talk about just everything? When dad left her for his secretary, who did she turn to? Me, of course, because she knows I'm grown up enough to handle it. Then, all her drama with Mike, and that other guy. I forget his name, it didn't last very long. I even know that she and Dad still, sometimes...well, I don't really like to think about that. But, the point is, I'm grown up enough for her to confide her thoughts and feelings to. That feels good.
And, so what if I haven't had my period in about four months?
Even Dad's not so bad, except for that whole leaving-Mom-for-another-woman thing. I mean, I can't forgive him for that, but I still love him, very much. And he really does try hard to be at all my school stuff, and all. I guess he is a little immature, but after all, he's my dad. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he and Mom got back together. I guess I'd kind of like that, as long as it wasn't accompanied by tons of fighting again.
Maybe if I cut back on the celery--maybe to one stick a day.
Anyhow, I'm old enough and mature enough to be the sounding board for my parent's ups and downs. Isn't that what family is for? I get good grades, I'm involved in activities at school, I don't drink, do drugs, or have sex.
Danielle said to me the other day that I look great. You know what? She's right.
Someday, I'll meet some guy who will take care of me. Emotionally, I mean, you know, be supportive and all. Someday my parents will get themselves straightened out, and I'll be able to relax. Someday, I'll get to be like those other kids I know, who are kind of self-absorbed. I don't mean that in a bad way, or anything, just they're a bit childish. But that's cool, that's just not my life, right now. And, anyhow, my parents need me. For now.
That time, when we went to find Zach in the psychiatric facility, my mom made a joke about eating disorders and told me to "gag a little". Isn't that funny?
My mom is so cool.
