Today is my birthday and I don’t know what it is about today but it is just the most perfect day I have had in a long time. And it isn’t even half over.
I am feeling so much love. I feel so alive. I feel young and beautiful and healthy and smart (and deluded?). I resent the small elves who come into my closet and take in all my jeans at night but otherwise I feel really good.
I went into the girls washroom and there she was. Super popular. Super skinny. Knock kneed in a way that made me jealous.
We hate you. And you are fat.
She scared me. I was only 8. And for the record, according to my grandmother, I had just the right amount to squeeze.
Later that year my best friend was inviting both of us to her birthday party. She told her if she was going to come she had to be nice to me.
It was a compelling start to a long friendship