Sam Wendall is fat.

This is not a new observation. It doesn’t come as some kind of shock to him. No. It never did. Sam has been big - Mom always says big instead of fat - his whole life. This morning he stands in front of the mirror behind his bedroom door and looks at the reflection with a familiar feeling of revulsion and curiosity. Mom always tries to be optimistic, reassuring. You’re sixteen, honey. You’ll grow into your body and your face wil...