"Bitch and a half, I'm a cow..."
Dani Gosset had never been skinny. Sure, probably when she was a kid before she learned how fun video games were and how easy it was to lose hours laying in bed eating pop tarts, but not when it had mattered. Back in high school, there were like twenty people calling her "Doughy Dani" behind her back, despite the fact that she was far from the fattest kid at that school. Was it because she was goth? Was it because she was poor?
Or was it just because she was Dani?
Ugh; her fuckin' lot in life.
Nothing seemed to go right for Dani. Sure, she'd finally moved out with her friends. But she'd really just traded one crowded little pre-built house in the sticks for a just-as-crowded mill house that put her smack dab in the part of town where she new the most people from high school. Yeah, she'd had a job for the past few years, but it was as a waitress. At Big Daddy's. Gross.
But most unfairly of all, she'd never been able to keep any fucking weight off! She had lost a good forty pounds since she'd graduated high school, and most of it boiled down to just getting out of that 7/11 her parents called a pantry. Slowly but surely the weight had crept back on as she got comfortable, butnow she was back up to 220—that was thirty pounds away from being at her biggest!
It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't gained those past ten pounds last month. And nothing had changed except for—
"Dani, you up?"
"Yeah." the tanky goth barked back, rolling her shirt back down over her stomach as she turned towards her bedroom door, "Why?"
"Chelly wants to know if she can borrow the car to go get biscuits?"
Josie's car breaking down. Having to give them both rides everywhere. And they never paid her in cash either; they just bought her stuff as a thank you! No wonder she was getting fat, these two had been stressing her out like crazy and all she was getting from it was takeout and cheap weed!
"She wants to borrow my car. Not the car." Dani rolled her eyes, "Yeah, just... get me two chicken biscuits and a Coke."
"Bojangles okay?"
"If she's payin'."
Josie shrugged her shoulders in a silent, noncommital agreement. She was a skinny, lanky woman with long cigarette arms and impossibly long legs that edged just this side of being bony. Her short, green-tinted bob was faded witth lapsed touchups and exposed brown roots. She was a good half-a-head taller than Dani, but not quite half of her width.
"Thanks babe."
"Uh-huh."
Her roommates were older than her, why did she always need to feel like the responsible one? Ugh. It didn't matter. Michelle was gonna take care of breakfast (...okay, it's brunch at 10am, but still.) and she didn't have to rush out the door to her next shift. She had time to relax, get shit done, and—
grrrrrgle...
Dani looked down at her offending paunch as it trilled out a grumble. Her still-black lips tugged to the side as she glared down at the fat stomach that she'd almost successfully talked herself out of worrying about. This thing had to go, before she wound up a real cow. Dani hadn't been that fat since straight out of high school; and the last thing that she wanted was for anyone to start calling her Doughy Dani again...
Though admittedly, Bojangles might not have been the smarted way to go about not letting that happen.
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