My 200-Pound Sister Aims to Lose Weight but Costs Me My Life1
My 300-pound sister swore up and down that this time she'd shed the weight, claiming she was "all in".
She roped me into her health kick, insisting on a daily diet of steamed veggies and three-mile jogs, leaving me so nutrient-deprived I blacked out.
Eventually, I toughed it out for a year, busting my butt at the gym until I finally achieved that killer hourglass figure.
She flipped her lid with jealousy,
She sneakily snapped pictures of me in the shower, printed them onto flyers, and plastered them in the men's room. Then, crying crocodile tears on the live stream, she played the victim while I was painted as the villain.
Waking up, I found myself back at the starting line of her diet declaration day.
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"Megan, I'm serious about slimming down this time! How about you join me? You aren't getting any younger, and if you don't lose weight, who's gonna marry you?"
Olivia's taunting tone echoed beside me, and I was still feeling the world spinning.
Her greasy and sweaty face was a picture of mock concern as she gleefully loaded up on low-carb bread and new workout gear, babbling on: "From today, it's nothing but steamed greens and evening runs for us!"
"We'll keep each other honest. Cheat on the diet? That's five hundred bucks!"
She was buzzing with excitement, while I just stared in silence, dumbstruck and uncertain, grappling with this bizarre reality.
Moments ago, I was a broken mess on the street, the agony of shattered bones still fresh, yet here I was, inexplicably back in my living room.
Seeing my vacant look, Olivia's brows knit together as she launched into a tirade,
"Megan, you're not backing out, are you? Don't shoot the messenger, but let's face it—you're 26, never had a boyfriend, probably because no guy wants to date a human dumpling."
"You're becoming a spinster, and if you don't buckle down and slim down, no one will want you when you're past your prime..."
Before, such cruel words would have sparked a fiery comeback from me.
Now, I just watched her, face stoic, lips pressed tight, silently absorbing the shock of my second chance at life.
Olivia and I, twins, have always been on the heavier side, often the butt of jokes among boys.