I reached over and grabbed Idina's iPod. Scrolling through the apps, I noticed one with an alarming title: Lost It! It was a weight loss program, and I was concerned. Lately, it seemed like my sister was a little obsessed with her body - the way she'd stare into the mirror for long periods of time, the way she'd cake her face with make-up, the way she was always moving, the way she, under her pillow, kept a small book with the caloric content of nearly every food on earth. She was cold all the time, too, and I'd begun to notice how skinny she was getting.
"What is this?" I asked Idina. "Why do you have a weight loss app on your iPod?"
Idina waved my concern away. "Oh, it's nothing. I don't even know how to use the app."
But why did you get it in the first place? I wondered to myself. Why do you think you need to lose weight, anyways? I wanted to ask Idina these questions, but lately, she'd been so defensive and distant that I didn't want to risk getting her upset. We just weren't as close as we used to be, and as much as I was worried about her, I didn't want to insinuate that I didn't trust her. My questions would only push her further away from me.
So, like cautious sister I was, I didn't mention the weight loss app again. But in the future, I would so gravely wish I had. Oh, how I wish I had. Because Idina was telling a lie: that weight loss app...
..It wasn't nothing.