Hungry For What I Cannot Eat Kayla Spears I was born hungry. Only when my belly was sloshing with my mother’s milk would my anger subside. Childhood was smiley-face french fries, homemade strawberry cakes, and chicken nuggets drizzled with barbeque sauce. Hands constantly sticky from melted skittles in my pockets. Mouths, glowing in the light of the refrigerator, dripped with the coffee creamer my sister and I stole. Food was associated with everything I loved: to eat was to check in on my mother in the middle of hot summer days; to bake was to giggle with my twin as we got powdered sugar on our noses; to gather blackberries and pick apples was a chance to sweat with my crinkle-eyed grandparents. When I was ten, food became calories—a cold-calculated number. Our school uniforms of baggy polos and loose khakis were wiped away, wiping away the anonymity of my body in a crowd. Clothes to me, up until then, were simply there to do their job: to cover my nakedness. I learned that girls could choose clothes
that instead inspired fantasies of their nakedness. Girls strutted into middle school with skin-tight jeans that cupped their asses, spaghetti-strap tops with bras peeking out, and high ponytails that highlighted the slender slope of their necks. The hunger I was born with shifted. I became hungry for eyes. That winter, I wept at Tumbleweeds when my mom surprised me with ice cream. I wept with hunger. The salt tasted good on my tongue. When I finally blurted out, between gasps, that I was scared I was going to get fat, my parents rolled their eyes. “That’s ridiculous, Kayla. You are as thin as a stick.” Like how we laugh when a dog is fearful towards a trivial object—a balloon or a vacuum—they laughed at me. Instead of growing out of my ridiculous fear, like a gnarled root digs its way into the ground, I grew into it. In high school, my finger finally found the courage to wiggle into the back of my throat. I had found a way to cheat the system. Ice cream, cake, fried chicken—they could all be mine as long as I gave them back. I scooped 90
