Black Cow

Black Cow

Black Cow

      Hi everybody!

      My name is Kimber Cooper. I`m fifteen. I have a slim waist, black hair, green eyes and the best boyfriend ever!

      Not bad for a girl, who was previously known as a “Black Cow”.

      But let`s start the story from the very beginning.

      One year ago, when I was fourteen, I was a very lonely teenager. I had no friends and nobody liked me.

      I wore only black in a desperate attempt not to draw attention to myself, listened to rock music and was madly into Star Wars. I mean, yes. I`ve always been nerdy. So what? My nerdiness, however was not an issue. But my weight was.

      My weight was 176 pounds. I`m 5 feet, 5 inches tall and you should take it into account.

      My body image was bothering me. I felt upset and miserable all the time. No matter how hard I tried to lose weight, I always failed. Endless diets, fitness, glossy magazines. Nothing helped. I was fat and unhappy. What`s more to it, at school I had been bullied mercilessly by other kids. They were either scolding me or ignoring me, and no in between. A common-place story, you might think. I even got a nickname, Black Cow, they called me. “Cow” for obvious reasons, and “black” for my everlasting black outfits.

      One of the boys, Tommy even extended this humiliating joke to “How much Black Cow one needs to drink to even bother to sit around our Black Cow?”

      So, yeah… I was a typical outcast teenager. At lunch time I was always sitting alone. No friends, no girl chattering about boys, no boys around and of course I would have never told anyone that I wanted to have a boyfriend.

      His name was Nick. He played rugby for our school`s team and was 2 years older than me. When I was looking at his blond hair and tanned muscles, my heart was skipping a beat, my stomach was somersaulting and I felt my brain was melting right through my body.

      However, I was a shy kid. I was never going to confess my true feelings to my first crush. So, I was just daydreaming during classes and doodling in my notebooks endless hearts and his name.

      Once one of my classmates spied on me and got it that I had a crush on some boy and figured out who I was in love with. It was a cheap victory. His last name was lovably doodled at the very first page of my notebook.

      With a malicious smile she tore off the page with his name on it out of my notebook and cackled like Peeves from Harry Potter. “Hey everyone! Our Miss Black Cow has a crush on Nick Davids”.

      I was just sitting there, petrified. With trembling hands and eyes full of tears I looked at my first true love and caught a glimpse of his glance. Yeah, I forgot to tell, it was all happening in the canteen, during lunch time. And in his eyes I saw… disgust.

      In the meantime Tommy was hollering “Hey, Black Cow! Don`t you want me to milk you?”

      My heart was broken. Every slightest hope for a “Happily-ever-after” with Nick, I cherished, had disappeared.

      Later that evening I went to a local store to grab some chocolate bars. Who cares? I consciously decided to pig out.

      And there he was. Nick. Handsome as ever. He spotted me immediately and smiled wickedly.

      “Met you at 7-Eleven. You are eating 24/7.”

      I dropped my store basket and ran for dear life. I wanted to be anywhere but there. So I ran home. It was my only shelter.

      I was crying my eyes out the whole evening and could not stop. Later that night I cried myself to sleep, with a half-eaten chocolate bar in my hand and paper tissues scattered all over the place.

      First thing in the morning I told my parents I was sick and stayed at home for the whole day. After my parents left for work, I started googling. I googled… And googled… And googled. On and on it went. Till I finally found information on Brooke Bates.

      For those of you who have no idea, who she is, I`ll tell you. She is the first girl ever, who had a liposuction done at twelve. I`ve turned the whole Internet upside down, looking for more and more information about her. And finally, I came up with a genius idea.

      I need a liposuction! It was my revelation.

      In the evening I told my parents everything. How miserable and unhappy I was. How desperately I was dreaming about having a normal life without bullying and mockery. How badly I needed friends and how much I needed my self-esteem to be restored.

      We were having dinner together. At first my parents were upset. They had no idea, how bad things had gone. But after they managed to return their composure, they became very supportive. They asked questions, they gave me ideas, they supported me in every way possible. They knew I had been struggling with excessive weight for years now. I failed and they knew it. But it was not too late to return my luck. And to rewrite the screenplay of my life.