ANNIE

He implied that I need to be less fat to do good work. And like, god. Isn’t it already bad enough
that he is constantly writing about the obesity epidemic like its some abstract, far away thing.
And its like, that’s me, you know? Like, I’m the obesity epidemic, and you know me. And I was
like at that event today, and there were so many people just like living in their bodies and
enjoying their life and that shit was un-fucking-believable to me. And also, its like okay, cool
man, really fucking cool, very original point, no shit. You don’t think the whole world isn’t
constantly telling me that I’m a fat piece of shit who doesn’t try hard? Every fuckin’ magazine
and commercial and weird targeted ads telling me freeze my fat off or to drink a tea so I’ll shit
my brain out my ass. I mean, at this point, I could be a licensed fucking nutritionist because I’ve
literally been training for it since the fourth grade, which is the first time that my mom said I
should just eat a bowl of special K and not the dinner that she made for everyone else. So that I
might be a little bit smaller—and so that she could fucking—so that I could have boys like me.

FRIEND
My mom said that to me too.

ANNIE
I honestly, I don’t even blame her. Because, because it’s a fucking mind-prison you know? That
every fucking woman everywhere has been programed to believe, you know? And I’ve wasted
so much time and energy and money for what? For what, you know? I’m fat; I’m fuckin fat.
Hello. I’m fuckin fat, you know?

FRIEND
Yeah, I wish someone would have said this to me when I was younger.

ANNIE
Me too. Because it would have saved me so much time and pain.
And I don’t want to leave on that note; I just want to say that I actually did have a very lovely
day and it was very fun; I had so much fun.