I overhear a girl complaining… I look up.
It is to her friends that she complains… it seems she went to the cafeteria to get food for all of them.
She is complaining that she is hot and tired… a girl commented at her in the cafeteria, “That looks like a lot of food…”
“Yeah…,” she responded, slightly ironically, but in agreement.
It seems she did not say it was for multiple people… for three people…, and she felt extreme embarrassment at being considered someone who would be eating it all herself…
“Can you imagine what it must be like… standing there with all this food?.. like…”
I reevaluate what she holds in her hand, as she fans her face with the free hand.
She holds three small paper trays, each with two medium-sized egg rolls and a sweet and sour sauce container in it – any pair of the egg rolls could fit in the palm of my hand at once, with no concern of being dropped.
I probably could hold all six in one hand, if I curled my fingers upward only slightly.
It is not a lot of food.
It is three servings of an appetizer.
And it is to be lunch for three high school girls.
I guess the sauce has loads of calories, but how can they possibly survive on such a meal?
I am hungry just watching them, and I already had lunch.
The worst part for me, though, is how they are embarrassed at the amount of food – all three were embarrassed for the one who bought it all and was seen carrying them solo – and that they consider it to be “a lot” of food for one person.
It makes me gag just thinking about the eating disorder tendency…
And then, what’s worse, they didn’t even finish eating all of it…