Chapter 62

Dear Diary Is being able to eat all the cake I like without gaining a pound a superpower or a curse?

There were things I could do that always set me apart. Healing faster. My ability to eat copious amounts of food.

On and off, my entire life I'd pondered, Am I a monster? Every time I enjoyed a piece of steak, still pink in the middle, I questioned if one day I'd want it raw. What about when rare turned to fresh from a kill? Would I become a ravenous carnivore?

There was no denying the changes in me as I got older. As my tail thickened and lengthened, I wondered how long before I couldn't hide it. What if it were discovered and someone tried to remove it from me for my own good? I'd seen it happen to people around the world. People supposedly carrying around thirty- and forty-pound tumors. Snipped off. Was it a relief to have it gone? Or would I forever mourn its loss?

Without my tail, who would I be?