The New Me

This is the new me! I have met my goal weight according to my BMI, said Ms. Knogle excitedly. Now I can wear those small dress sizes I have only dared dream about. And you should see how people just stare at me now while before they never gave me any notice!

Dr. Trim cringed. How could this happen? The computer had always been reliable before. Week after week, month after month, year after year, spewing out the weight recommendations to the staff according to the patient’s BMI. We never had to question it before or give it any thought at all. What could have gone wrong?  After all, the computer never makes a mistake.

The office manager stepped into Dr. Trims’s office. The tech people have figured out what happened, she said nervously. The computer program was corrupted. It is possible it was hacked.

That’s just great, he replied. Have you looked into my waiting room? It looks like a bone yard.


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy of the blog Beautiful Words. Image of Ms. Knogle, the skeleton, by

29 thoughts on “The New Me

  1. Denise Covey

    Hi Deborah. I could just see your tongue in your cheek. What a satirical look at these weight loss goals in the new year! Had a science fictiony feel. A warning re our reliance on computers, too. Lots of fun!

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  2. afairymind

    Too many people take such weight guidelines as gospel, not even thinking about how they actually look or feel, just how they match up to the numbers. You’ve captured this perfectly. I love the description of the waiting room as ‘like a bone yard’. 🙂 Great story, Deborah.

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