28So we've all heard of Fat Camp, but have you ever heard of Skinny Camp? Well it's where all the super-skinnies go to so they can be fat...never heard of it before, have you?
My Summer at Skinny Camp
Prologue
Look through my closet and you'll find jeans, sweaters, long-sleeved tops and baggy shirts. No shorts, no short-sleeved stops, no bikinis, and definitely no skirts. (Unless you're talking about the ones that end at the ankle, but hey, those went out of fashion in the 90's).
That's me, Sarah Law, never one to show her legs or arms. Do you want to know why?
Why? I hear you cry.
Well, it's because I'm skinny. Yep, that's right, laugh it off, and ask me for the real reason, but I swear on my Art File that it's true. I'm skinny. Not anorexic skinny, but I'm skinny enough to not want to show off my stick legs and twig arms. A lady representing some modelling company approached me saying my body was 'perfect' for modelling. I snorted in her face and walked off. Me? A girl with a body the size of a twig perfect for modelling? I think not.
How dare people think that all skinny people want to be skinny? Well newsflash world; not all of us do! Some of us want to have a bit of meat in our bodies. I would always mentally roll my eyes whenever a Malibu Barbie would ask me, in their cheery high-pitched voice, what diet I was on. Honestly like those already I'm-so-skinny-touch-me-and-I'll-break girls needed to be any skinnier than they already were.
So, there I was all packed and ready for my summer at Skinny Camp. I'd said goodbye to my friends who thought it was really cool that I was doing this, though some of them thought I was mad for wanting to loose my quote-perfect-unquote figure.
My mother was the worst. She literally cried when I told her. She was one of those, I'm-a-perfect-mum-just-because-I'm-British mothers, who wanted their daughters to be perfect little robot creatures. It's like hello! You may have been born in England, but I certainly wasn't! My dad, the wonderful total American that he is, thought it was great that I wanted to do something different. Skinny Camp was the first I've ever heard anyone try and help those that are just born with skinniness…sighs…or well sighed. Whichever.
My younger brother, who constantly reminded me that he was only younger by 3 minutes, Colin gave me a 'You're fat? I never noticed'. When I tried, notice the emphasise on tried, to explain to him what Skinny Camp was…well…let's just say I failed. He was never to good at explanations, probably why he ended up etting lost going to the toilet...in a resturant where there were very BIG signs with directions. But on the bright side, at least he knew I was going somewhere.
Finally as the bus to take us to the Camp arrived I said my goodbyes to my family and best friends; Amy and Harry Jones. They were also twins. Our parents met at a Twin Clinic…or something of that sort. I got on the bus and waved goodbye to my former life.
Goodbye skin-and-bones, and hello meat-and…bones?
Prologue to the story, hope you like it! Tell me what ya' think! :D