Wanted: The girl who stole my appetite
Clearly, I was not meant to live in this city. I eat breakfast and lunch, but I don't stop there. Sometimes--I eat dinner too.
This is a new concept to girls in New York City who belong to health clubs and who think that half an apple is OK, but a whole one is too many calories.
I want to thank the girls who sit at lunch tables around me in New York counting calories. They don't just count to themselves-but out loud to their friends, their mothers, their therapists, and inadvertently, to me across the restaurant.
Thank you girl in generic black pants suit who said the muffin was too much for breakfast-- and that lunch will have to be two pieces of lettuce-- you were in my head as I shared a steak and cheese at brunch.
I live in a city of rabbits.
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