Title: FAT GIRL ON A PLANE
Word count: 70,000
Genre: YA Contemporary
Cookie Vonn thought the number on the scale would dictate her future career in fashion.
In a world where you can never be too thin, she’s a high school senior who dreams of becoming the next great designer. The only problem is that Cookie weighs in at over three hundred pounds and is named after a dessert fashionistas shun. Thanks to her hard work for a Scottsdale fashion blog, Cookie scores a trip to New York to meet her design idols--where she hopes to personally pitch her plus-size portfolio.
Her plans are put on standby when she’s declared too fat too fly. Forced to turn to her BFF, Tommy, for cash, Cookie buys a second seat on the plane, arriving in the city to find the blog is under new ownership. Replaced by the boss’s daughter, a girl who’s everything she’s not – ultra thin and super rich, Cookie is forced do the walk of shame home. Hurt and humiliated, she vows to lose weight, get out of the friend zone with Tommy, and put her life on track.
Fast-forward two years. Cookie has dropped the weight–and won the attention of a top American designer. He offers her what she’s always wanted–an opportunity to live and study in New York. Her new life, with people who never would have accepted her before, doesn’t feel right. But in her old one, her relationship with Tommy has stalled. Cookie’s weight loss hasn’t been the magic solution she’d hoped for and she realizes she’ll have to work through her problems regardless of what the scale says.
Complete at 70,000 words, FAT GIRL ON A PLANE IS a YA Contemporary novel told in alternating Fat and Skinny perspectives designed to show Cookie’s life before and after her weight loss.
First 250 words:
Skinny: Day 738 of Weight Watchers
No. You can’t just buy two tickets. That would be easy.
Let’s say you weigh five hundred pounds and know for a fact you can’t fit into a single seat on the plane. It doesn’t matter. One person equals one ticket. You can thank global terrorism for that one.
I watch the fat woman at the airline gate.
She’s in tears, wailing at the flight attendant. “What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to get home?”
Maybe I should tell her how it works. Two years ago, I was her. Two years ago, I weighed three hundred and thirty pounds. I was too fat to fly.
I would tell her one thing.
You can lose the weight, but you won’t get what you want.
You won’t get home.
Fat: One week before Weight Watchers
Here’s what you have to do. At the airport, you have present yourself to the flight attendants at the ticket counter. They get to decide if you’re too fat to fly. But the whole thing is all my fault, I know. If I would just stop stuffing my face with candy bars and Fettuccine Alfredo, everything would be perfect.
I’m on my way to New York, to a fashion preview. I’m the SoScottsdale fashion blog’s nod to the brave new world where forty-eight percent of Americans are overweight.
I don’t know if I’m going to make it there.