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Itadakimasu-Personal Narrative Essay

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Itadakimasu On her sixteenth birthday, Yoko stripped naked in front of her full-body mirror and stared at her reflection. She stood there morosely, shivering from the cold. Wrinkly cellulite hung from her buttocks and her thighs resembled the plaque that collected between her teeth when she forgot to floss. Her stocky calves jiggled like head cheese. Her chubby shoulders protruded from her bust like dinner rolls. Her unappetizing breasts hung not too far below them. Even though she didn’t need to remove her clothes to see them, she noticed how fat her fingers were for the first time. They reminded her of little Polish sausages that were overlooked and spilling from their cases. Her cheeks smothered her nose and mouth. Her chin, wobbly and soft, …show more content…

“So,” Miki began with a drawl, “the school is holding its annual potluck in the cafeteria next Friday to raise money for the homeless people in our community. As you know, I lead the executive team that organizes the event this year.” “We’re her co-veeps.” Charlotte and Emmy chimed in. “We were wondering if you’d like to bring in some dishes for the potluck?” Miki continued, ignoring her minions. “You always seem to have such great lunches. We’d love to try your stuff.” Charlotte and Emmy giggled. “I can definitely ask my mother to prepare something for next Friday. She loves to cook.” Yoko nodded slowly. Miki grinned with a hum. “I can tell,” she said. The tone of her voice cut through the syrupy notes of her laughter. Yoko felt her stomach drop. “Listen, Yoko. Don’t get offended, because I have to tell all of our participants this: make sure that your dishes are at least somewhat healthy. So, you know, they can’t be deep-fried and coated in sugar. Or whatever it is that you eat.” She winked. “But who am I kidding? Bring in plenty of treats. People love Japanese food, right? Tempura and ramen and shit like that. The cheekier, the better.” Yoko was

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