Alexia doesn’t think she’s beautiful--at least not how she’d like to look. Her butt, her thighs, her knees, her stomach, her chest… none of it is right. She’s too fat. She hates herself. She makes it sound like she’s a monster. She doesn’t like chocolate anymore, or fries, or pasta, or roast chicken, or spaghetti, or cheese. Chloe, her twelve-year-old little sister, doesn’t understand: Alexia has many flaws, but she’s pretty, and certainly not fat. What’s she talking about? And why does Chloe feel like her big sister is so mad at her all the time?