Dear Mom,
Having a great time. Last night we built a fire and toasted celery. So fun. And in a few more weeks I?ll be thin and perfect, just like you.
They sent me to lose some weight…
Camp! Songs by the fire, first kisses, summer fun…but not at Camp Calliope, prison camp for the overweight. That’s where my parents have shipped me to eat controlled portions, endure rigorous exercise, and sleep in a room full of girls who’d rather exchange recipes than ghost stories and gossip. There is one cool girl from Texas, Faith Masters, who is normal enough to help me stay sane and temporarily replace my best friend, Evie. How I miss Evie. And ice cream. And french fries…
but I feel like I’m losing my mind.
And then there’s Jesse—the only thing even close to droolworthy on this camp’s menu. I can totally relate to him, since his basketball coach dad sounds a lot like my perfectly thin, successful mom. It looks like for the next eight weeks the issues (and not the food) on my plate will be supersized....
