When I was in high school — when my dad was still driving me to school, so age 14 or 15 — my mom found diet pills in one of my dresser drawers.
“Are you using these to stay awake?”
I flushed and nodded, going along with the answer she provided.
She bought me some No Doz, telling me that the straight caffeine was safer.
I kept the No Doz and bought more of the first pills.
Because what she could not — or would not — fathom was that I was using these diet pills to diet.
