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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me, at the buffet line. Yes the girl with the distant look on her eyes while her right hand holds an empty plate and her left strokes her growling stomach to shut it up. Because she keeps hearing her mother’s voice in her head saying ‘You’re too fat dear’, ‘Lose some weight dear’, ‘Look at how you’re sister looks dear’,’ How will you get a husband if you’re bigger than him dear’. So she can’t do anything else but dream of taking a bite of that crispy lechon skin and how good all those calories will feel, those three servings of rice that will go straight to her thighs and accentuate her child bearing hips, and that slice of triple chocolate cake with caramel drizzle for that extra shot of serotonin to her brain, because god knows she needs to be happy with who she is and what she eats.