This is, I hope, as far as Eve Bunting can go into the cesspit of misbegotten teenage psychology. Meet Beth, who is apparently super overweight by teenage standards. She's been saving all her money for a week-long "Fat Camp" (her words) to catch the eye of a popular dude she's known all her life. He is Rick, and she wants him to ask her to an upcoming dance.
So she goes, she meets all the housewives and eats all the vegetables, and when she doesn't lose 100 pounds in 7 days, she's despondent that she is trapped in this body forever. In reality, she lost 20 pounds which is SUPER GREAT (but also not too healthy) and even though her best friend and grandmother think she looks amazing and got a great start to a healthier lifestyle, Beth thinks she is still too fat for Rick.
But she starts to change her mind when boys at school start commenting on her weight loss. She's delighted by compliments such as "You're not as big as a battleship anymore. A destroyer maybe, but..." and "You've scraped off some lard, kid. Lose a bit more and I might even ask you out."
I realize Eve was writing 50 years ago "when things were different", but even by her standards, this is some seriously fucked up shit. That some idiot publisher decided to reprint this in the 90s is amazing.
In the end, Rick doesn't ask her to the dance, but like all Eve books, Beth clings to this hope instead of finding herself a boy with a goddamn soul.
Also, I think Beth's best friend is supposed to be black, and we are to understand that this is why she lives in a dirty home. I joke about these books a lot, but this is seriously fucking gross.