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Also by Jen Lancaster:

Welcome to the United States of Anxiety, October 2020
Trade Size / e-Book
By The Numbers, July 2016
Hardcover / e-Book
I Regret Nothing, June 2016
Trade Size
I Regret Nothing, May 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
The Tao Of Martha, June 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Here I Go Again, January 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Jeneration X, May 2012
Paperback / e-Book
If You Were Here, March 2012
Trade Size / e-Book (reprint)
If You Were Here, May 2011
Hardcover
My Fair Lazy, May 2010
Hardcover
Pretty in Plaid, May 2009
Hardcover
Such a Pretty Fat, May 2008
Paperback
Bright Lights, Big Ass, May 2007
Paperback
Bitter is the New Black, March 2006
Paperback

SUCH A PRETTY FAT
By: Jen Lancaster

One Narcissist's Quest To Discover if Her Life Makes Her Ass Look Big, Or Why Pie is Not The Answer

NAL Trade
May 2008
On Sale: May 6, 2008
400 pages
ISBN: 0451223896
EAN: 9780451223890
Paperback
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Non-Fiction Memoir

Personal Training, Session One: I’m standing at the front desk, waiting for the mythical “Barbie” to appear. While I was sucking down water and aspirin earlier today, trying to shed my hangover, I started thinking about how judgmental I can be. I mean, why should I have instantly freaked out when I heard someone named Barbie was going to be my trainer? Sure, the name brings up images of gorgeous girls with long blonde hair, shiny white teeth, deep tans, and impossible-toachieve, completely enviable figures, but maybe this Barbie is different.

Maybe Trainer Barbie is a dark, homely girl with an overbite and she took up fitness to feel better about her hump and her skin condition. Yes, that’s it. Barbie is all hideous and disfigured and she will have a heart of gold and because of this, she’ll be devoted to nothing but making me lose weight…

I stand by the magazine rack and I’m about to pull out this week’s In Touch when I hear my name being called. I turn around and look for my gargoyle of a trainer.

But I don’t see any monsters.

All I see is a gorgeous girl with long blonde hair, shiny white teeth, a deep tan, and an impossible-to-achieve, completely enviable figure standing there. “Hey, are you Jen?” she asks. “I’m Barbie!”

Of course you are.