Losing (Rachel)

“Losing (Rachel)” by Holly Sheidenberger

Rachel was compelled to focus on someone other than herself at all times.

Otherwise, she’d have to face her own demons.

Current target was Emily. At school pick-up, Rachel shot out of her car like a bullet.

“Emily…!” she wheedled. “You twiggy thing. Look at you, you’re getting to be skin and bones. No offense.”

Emily’s lips pressed into a tight smile, suppressing a saucy retort.

But Rachel couldn’t let it go.

“What are you, on some kind of a fad diet? I hope you’re not starving yourself,” said the meddler. “That’s a dangerous example for your daughter. Just sayin’. I saw this movie on TV about a perfectly normal girl who caught anorexia and almost died–“

Unsure how to defend herself for daring to change, Emily faltered.

Rachel pounced.

“Are you sure this is even safe? You look sallow. Girl, you need a sandwich–“

Emily edged away, leaving Rachel standing alone, embalmed in self-disgust.

Losing (Emily)

“Losing (Emily)” by Holly Sheidenberger

Emily’s life hadn’t turned out the way she’d hoped. She was a middle-aged suburban cliché.

With each passing year she became more invisible, blending in with the other overweight moms carting the kids to Costco in a minivan.

Mundane chit-chat and idle school gossip crowded out her once-unique identity.

It was time for a change. Drastic.

She ruthlessly cleaned out the pantry. Pringle: gone. Nutter Butters: gone. Froot Loops: gone.

She stocked up on mountains of potatoes, white rice, and pasta. Plain. Simple.

Her stomach thundered, demanding to be fed. Her dreams were of pizza, cake, and cheese.

But Emily endured. And the needed change came.

As the fat melted away, so did the crushing obscurity of mediocrity.

Through sacrifice, she gained self-respect. Through self-love, she gained compassion.

Having freed herself from the prison of complacency, she’d never be hostage again.