Chapter 28

• I always envied those people who claimed stress killed their appetite. The ones who raved about shedding pounds during difficult times, too anxious to eat. I’d heard those urban legends shrinking stomachs, food aversions, miraculous weight loss from nerves. But me? No such luck.
• So naturally, when Theron casually mentioned we’d be visiting his intimidating parents, my stomach decided it was dinner time.
• In a misguided attempt to manage the inevitable spiral into stress-eating, I loaded up on rice cakes and low-fat cookies. It felt like choosing the least dangerous poison. But by the time I stopped, I’d eaten enough to seriously question whether I’d still fit into the dress Theron and Indira had picked out for me.