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“OK，” I said to my daughter as she bent over her afternoon bowl of rice. “What’s going on with you and your friend J．？” J. is the leader of a group of thirdgraders at her camp—a position Lucy herself occupied the previous summer. Now she’s_the_one_on_the_outs,_and every day at snack time, she tells me all about it, while I offer the unhelpful advice all summer long.
“She’s fond of giving orders，” Lucy complained. “She’s turning everyone against me. She’s mean. She’s bad at math. She’s terrible at kickball.And she’s fat.”“Excuse me，” I said, struggling for calm.“What did you just say？”“She’s fat，” Lucy mumbled(含糊地说) into her bowl. “We’re going upstairs ，” I said, my voice cold. “We are going to discuss this.” And up we went.
I’d spent the nine years since her birth getting ready for this day，the day we’d have to have the conversation about this horrible word. I knew exactly what to say to the girl on the receiving end of the teasing (嘲笑), but in all of my imaginings, it never once occurred to me that my daughter would be the one who used the F word—Fat.
