I’m ten and my sister used to be about five pounds less than me. I’m ten and she’s twelve. But last summer, she started this stupid vegetarian thing. It was every other day, but of course my fat ass stopped after about a week. Now I’m 112 pounds and she’s not even ninety. I hate my stupid, fat self. My mom doesn’t make it better by saying that all she wants for Christmas is for me to lose some weight and fat shaming me. Why did I have to be the fat one?