Delicious Pain
Another day, another five hundred plates. What could I say? I'm a growing woman! And yet no matter how much I eat, I never get any bigger. It's all thanks to my lightning-fast metabolism - which is both a blessing and a curse. Long explanation short, no matter how much I eat, I never gain weight or get fat! Personally, it's one of my favorite parts. But because some of the more... desirable parts of a woman are mostly made up of fat, I have about the. Key size of a toddler. If it wasn't for my wonderful Dad putting ip with my ginormous appetite, I would be all skin and bones!
Still, even though I seem very cheerful and happy about my metabolism, I was still very self-conscious about my tininess. Sure, my big appetite won me many contests and lead me toward my dream job, but when I think about my future, and the type of woman I want to be... I start to feel nervous and a little sad. I want to be a beautiful, young woman, but I look like a child. I mean, what kind of guy honestly wants a girl who is flat as a washboard? That's a question I asked myself to a long time.
Until spring finally came around.
I won't say it was live at first sight when he came to Dad's diner, nor will I say I even cared. He was new in town and I only saw him as a potential rival. In a way, I was right. In fact, the very first week he had moved in, he had worked himself ragged, pouring money into buying all the available kitchen appliances for his house. At first I thought he was very foolish, until he brought me a rice ball. It wasn't the most perfect rice ball, but his hardworking and determination had shown through. I was even surprised he had done so well for a beginner! 'Course, it still didn't mean anything then.
Not until I first met the Golden Wooly very soon afterwards.
When I first saw the little guy, I thought of the one thing that is usually on my mind: food. Needless to say, I scared the little guy really well. So well, that that boy started avoiding me at all costs. And whenever I did see him, he'd always do something to get away or talked to Dad instead. After a while of watching him and Dad exchanging recipes, I began to feel a little lonely. I found out I kind of did like him. His determination, his willingness to help others, his kind smile, his golden hair - I realized he had been the kind of guy I had been waiting for all along. And by the following fall we began to reconnect.
I knew the whole time he had been looking for a wife to settle down with. In fact, I was the very last girl he had not dated after the Union Festival! Still, he did his best to make me happy, and very soon our simple friendship burst into love. He even surprised me by proposing to me on his birthday! I was the happiest girl in all of Norad!
But then, I heard a rumor. One that said he was actually in love with someone else. I was worried; was I just a replacement for this other girl? Did he really love me for me? That rumor plagued me in the darkest corners of my mind for a very long time.
Until one day, I was able to grasp reassurance that our live was genuine.
I had given birth to our son.