The weigh-in scale was still there.
Right in the hallway, outside the dining hall, where every student had to step on it every Monday morning in front of everyone.
I remembered it. Silver, cold, digital numbers big enough for the whole hallway to see.
Age eight, I weighed 82 pounds and Headmistress Argent said "Watch it, Alina Hart, you're getting chubby."
Age ten, 110 pounds, they put me on 500 calories.
Age sixteen, 165 pounds, Jaxon called me fatass right next to that scale.
Now, age eighteen, plus-size, 195 pounds of Curved Moon Alpha, I walked into Silverpine Academy in my red sparkly dress from the cover - the one Jaxon saw once - vine crown straight for once, Warrior Jaxon beside me in black with his Warrior bicep rag, Mama River behind with a giant pot of stew, Kade and Finn
