Chocolate Cake by Katie Rainbow
It looks so simple at first. Birthday parties. Comfort food. Maybe just random desert.
But then I really look at it.
When she sees chocolate cake she sees her mother, telling her that thin is pretty. That she would get more clothes if she could fit in a smaller size. That she is popular because she is beautiful, and beautiful because of her waist size. She sees all the chocolate cake she wouldn’t eat, and all the chocolate cake she threw up. And later, the chocolate cake she couldn’t taste anymore. And the chocolate cake she couldn’t swallow. And the chocolate cake she couldn’t keep down. And now it’s the chocolate cake that has been replaced with an IV tube in a horrible hospital where nurses yell at her when she doesn’t eat her pudding. And they force that pound it took her so much work to loose back under her skin.
And when she sees chocolate cake, she sees the summers she would sweat inside because she didn’t want to wear a bathing suit. She sees her parents trying to sound casual as they suggest that she skips dinner this time. The diet pills they left in the kitchen. The Jenny Craig pamphlets they stuck under her door. They tell her she’ll have a heart attack if she keeps it up to scare her away from the chocolate cake. And being laughed at behind her back. And being laughed at to her face. And being called “fat,” as if she had no other name than, “the fat girl.” And she looks at it, and she sees the piece of chocloate cake she ate alone in her room because she doesn’t want people to see her eat. And she sees the magazines, and the TV, and everyone is thin. And it depresses her. So she turns to the comfort of the chocolate cake.
And I look at chocolate cake. and I see my friends who have to think too much about it. And I see them as the most beautiful girls in the world. And I don’t know what to do, so I just eat the cake.
My name is Katie, and I am a 16 year old high school student from Philadelphia, PA. I enjoy writing, reading anything I can get my hands on, and upsetting the natural order of the universe as often as possible.