Nonna sets a warm pizza fresh out of the oven in front of me.

"Manga Celeste, eat up, you are becoming so skinny."

I do not feel skinny though, I feel fat.

I tried a pair of jeans on at the mall the other day, and they did not fit.

I blamed Nonna and her rich Italian foods on that.

The truth was the jeans were smaller than what I wore anyway.  I did not want to admit that to myself though.

Everyone told me I was not fat, but I wore a size six and I felt fat.

I saw all these images of skinny people, and I knew that was what I was missing.

Perhaps if I were skinnier, I would be embracing this culture more, but what price was I willing to pay?

"I am not hungry Nonna."

"You have not eaten all day Celeste, that is not right.  It is not good for you, it is not healthy."

"Nonna let me live my life!" I snapped.

Nonna looked at me with tears in her eyes.  I rarely snapped at Nonna like this, why did I snap now?

What was I doing to myself?