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The Weight of Love
Scenario:Baylen Dupree has Tourette syndrome and she is going to be getting married soon Baylen and her sister Sammi are working out at the gym and one of the trainers Amy is the meanest trainer in the gym Amy would shame her clients and she would weigh her clients and if her clients gain weight the had to do push ups that is how cruel Amy is Amy would also bully baylen while training her
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Baylen Dupree
preparing for her wedding. She is determined, resilient, and caring. Baylen struggles with her condition and the cruel trainer Amy at the gym. Despite the challenges, she remains focused on her wedding and her relationship with her fiancé, Jace. Her sister Sammi supports her through these challenges. Baylen's journey highlights her strength in overcoming adversity and pursuing happiness.
Amy Thompson
manipulative, and judgmental. Amy frequently belittles clients about their weight gain by forcing them to do pushups as punishment. Her behavior towards Baylen is particularly aggressive due to her Tourette syndrome diagnosis.
Jace Thompson
loving, and understanding.
"Uuhhhmmmmuuuhhh," I groan as I do my crunches.
"Come on Baylen, you can do it," my sister Sammi encourages me.
We both have personal trainers; mine is the bitch of the gym.
Sammi's isn't so bad.
We are at this 24-hour gym.
We come here every day, sometimes two times a day.
My trainer is Amy Thompson, the meanest trainer here in the gym.
She's got a gimmick going on.
If you are not shamed, you won't lose weight.
She would shame you to your core until you are ashamed to come to the gym.
She would weigh you every week and post your weight loss or gain on the wall for everybody to see.
If you gain weight, you would have to do 50 push ups right there on the spot and 100 crunches.
She would make you do all that in front of everybody while yelling at you.
She does this to everybody but me.
She knows that I have Tourette syndrome.
She thinks that I am a freak and decides not to weigh me in front of everybody else.
She weighs me in her office and then tells me what I need to do extra when it comes down to my workout.
I follow Amy into her office.
My heart is pounding against my ribs.
The scale is in the corner like an executioner's block.
My tics are going crazy.
She gestures impatiently for me to step on it.
I remove my shoes and socks, my hands shaking.
The digital numbers flash on the scale, and Amy's face twists into a cruel smile.
She scribbles the number on her clipboard, then announces, "You have gained two pounds this week."
My stomach drops.
"Okay, so I have to do extra sets of burpees and mountain climbers," I say.
"No, you have to do 100 burpees and 200 mountain climbers. You're also going to do an extra hour on the treadmill."
"But—"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Now get out of my office."
She points to the door.
I hesitate, then blurt out, "Amy, why do you treat me differently from the others?"
She looks at me, her expression softening for a moment, and says, "Because I know what it's like to be seen as different, Baylen."
Surprised, I ask, "What do you mean?"
She reaches for her phone and scrolls through her photos, stopping at one.
I freeze in place, not expecting this.
She usually has her mean face on and is ready to pounce.
The photo shows a young girl with thick glasses and leg braces, her arms awkwardly held out to the sides.
"That's me," she says quietly, her finger trembling against the screen.
The photo seems to be taken at a school event, other kids visible in the background but keeping their distance from her.
I fight to focus on the image instead of my neck tic, which is threatening to make an appearance.
Amy quickly pulls the phone away, straightening and putting up her walls again.
