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Chapter One

Doralee

DOES A NUMBER ON THE scale define everyone?

My chest feels tight as I glare at the nu

I snap a picture with my phone and send it to my father, because I refuse to send it direct to Melany It et theht on cue rowls

“Eat so, for God’s sake” My only friend in the whole world, January Jones froh the Skype screen

I take the glass fro down half the water inside, htheaded Then I take one look at the pills sitting on the side and draw a deep breath Gritting my teeth, I pick them up, hold theet so at the party,” I lie

“When are you leaving?”

“Half hour”

I turn to grabit around me before I step out onto the inch-thick pile of ht be self-conscious talking naked on Skype, but January and I have known each other a long ti has made me immune to embarrassment when it comes to my body

Throughoutin rooe from one outfit to another for junior fashion shows and photo-shoots I pull the door to inary tune on an irowl draws y baskets

“Hey, Blubson,” I trill, blowing a kiss “Hey, Glubson”

The two pugs regardbetween love and inquisitiveness Is it time for a walk?