"Hey, honey," your mother greeted you. She didn't seem to notice your weight gain. "How was your day?"
"Uh, it was f-fine," you stutter, shocked by all of this. "I went for a short jog."
"Really?" Your mother gave you a quizzical look. "Why would you do that? Are you trying to lose weight?"
"I...uh, I-I dunno," you rambled nervously. You weren't ready to play twenty questions with this new reality!
"Cathy Wilson," you mother spoke sternly. "Don't keep secrets from. Is your sister harassing you again? I told her she needed to leave you alone..." She began to trail off.
"No, mom!" you stopped her. "I actually really like my body."
"Oh," she seemed surprised.
"In fact," you smile. "I'm actually kind of jealous of your body."
Your mother simply stares at you, confused by your statement.
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