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OMG – freedom feels GOOD!
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I so want PASTA.
You see – The Surgeon was(is) fanatical about my weight.
My statistics were taken every day. I had to remain a size zero with measurements of: 76-56-81 cm (30-22-32 inches.)
Crazy, hey?
But then you've probably guessed by now that my parents are crazy.
Psychopaths – for sure.
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I find an Italian Restaurant close to the Airport and order what was Thomas's favorite: Spaghetti Carbonara, smothered in a freshly ground snowy blanket of Parmesan Cheese.
It tastes de–LUSH–us.
Size zero can go take a hike!
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Afterwards, I feel like a snake that's just ate an antelope – satisfied.
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This room is real cute.
I'm checked into a small, back street hotel in a rough neighborhood.
Chicago's a big city, but I know my parents will be using their considerable resources to find me.
It's ironic, but I feel safer in a dangerous part of town.
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It's good being able to express myself more freely with you guys.
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The hair needs to go.
My rope like braid reaches just past my butt. I start cutting into it at about chin level. Jeez, it's thick, the scissors bite into my knuckles with the effort.
Eventually the blonde rope falls onto the bathroom floor.
I look at it with sad eyes. I'm not trying to get rid of Tanya; I'm just adapting her, making her less Disney Princess – more me.
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I realize my story has got more complicated for you guys, because now, I'm like, three people:
1. Thomas
2. Tanya
3. Charlotte (whose identity I have had to assume to get here.)
To make it easier for you folks, call me Tanya.
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I check the door is locked and pull a closet in front of it. Then lie on the bed and let jet lag take over.
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My eyes snap open; I'm dizzy with disorientation, before my new reality slams back into focus – FREEDOM!
