It Wasn’t Me

“It was a warm spring evening, middle April if my memory serves me right. My sister Wendy and I had been out all day playing with the local kids in the yard, all was happy until Jimmy the little ass from next door wanted to go play in pa’s shed. (Pa had an awesome shed where he housed all his paints – he did refurb on people’s houses, and all the kids loved the bright colours and trinkets). Anyway for the past year I’d been stashing away copious amounts of candy wrappers, chip bags and all the trash I’d been consuming into the corner of the shed out of sight. Well little Jimmy only went and found them and started to mock me in front of everyone.
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”Kacey’s fat, Kacey’s fat” they all shouted. Even my damn sis got in on the act. “I’m goin to tell mom on you when they’re back from the movies, you’re gonna get in so much trouble you’ve been lying to them all the time” she said.
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We’ll see Wendy, we’ll see, I thought. Well I wasn’t having that shame so later that day I got the matches from the cooker and set light to Pa’s shed. The damn thing burnt to the ground.
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Now don’t get me wrong it was a pretty shitty thing to do but what was worse was that Wendy got the blame for it. Years later I’d obviously been caught out with my stashin’ and my eating disorder came to light – I was heavily overweight by then. By that time the whole shed incident had blown over and Wends had forgotten that it was me (however I now realise it was my ED that was in control) and I never did tell her I was sorry so here goes:
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’Sorry sis, it wasn’t me it was ED’
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Kacey Denham, Ohio