Wednesday, July 9, 2008

High Maintenance Girl

A normal person would step into a party and immediately help themselves to hors d'oeuvres on the nearest table. A normal person could move down a buffet snatching portions of every item along the way. A normal person wouldn’t have to worry about life or death every single day of their existence.

I sat in my little chair, glancing over at the remainder of the hello kitty array. Talk about a coordinated birthday party! Cups, plates, napkins, and balloons were complete with images of this charming character. As I scanned the innocent faces of my fellow friends, it was evident they were enjoying their cake. Huge spoonfuls atop plastic utensils chugged their way inside parted lips. Evidence of crusty chocolate encompassed smiling mouths. Puffy cheeks chomped chunks of icing, swishing around whirlwinds of sugar. Here I was, experiencing envy towards these carefree children.

The temptations were difficult to cope with. Severe food allergies have been an issue throughout my entire life. They butt in with everyday activities, special occasions, and spontaneous outings. This birthday party was simply an example of the incidents that I constantly face.

It will never be easy to witness such a situation, though I have grown accustomed to them. My life will never be normal. I will always be the high maintenance girl.


Erin C. said...

This is my favorite thing that you wrote, its so good but sad!

Allie said...


Sabby said...

Great job, I totally understand where you're coming from. ;P

Kitty said...

Thanks so much guys!

Anonymous said...

This is great, Kitty! It's really sad, but really good writing.

Maria said...

Great title! The opening paragraph is especially good in setting up the story in a dramatic fashion. I didn't understand initially why the focus was so much on food in that paragraph because it sounded like you were going to go into some super-spy espionage type of danger, but it definitely makes sense.

You really make me understand what it's like to have allergies. The piece has a sort of ageless quality in that I can't tell how old you are (in the story or in real life), which is a good thing in this case. Your writing causes the reader to be very sympathetic.

I love the last sentence!

Kitty said...


Elisabeth said...

this is so good! I love it!
Great job!