Ouch! My Big Little Reveal Was Just a Picture of Me Before and After Ozempic

Ah, Omega Zeta Epsilon Pi Mu Iota Kappa, my home away from home away from home. I couldn’t wait for Big Little Week to start. I woke up, washed my face, injected myself with Ozempic, and walked out the door!

Then after my first class, my Big Little Week festivities started! Or at least I thought it would. All around me, people were getting iced, bed decorations, and even proposals from pledges. The only thing I got were tiny hints from an unknown number about who my big was. 

“Your big is like a copy and paste of you! But just bigger — I mean older!”

“The only thing you and your big don’t have in common is your BMI!”

“Your big is fat!”

“Your big loves to eat french fries with gravy and cheese sauce with a side of sour cream and lard!”

Wow. All those other texts were so normal and exciting, but that last one was so weird. French fries with gravy and cheese sauce with a side of sour cream and lard used to be my favorite snack… before I came to Penn.

Come reveal night, I was sweating like shit because I was so confused whom my big could be. One by one, everyone got their bigs! It was so sweet and wholesome, but I couldn’t help but wonder where mine was. Finally, I was the last one called up, and something weird happened: The lights turned off, and a projector turned on. Slowly a curtain opened to a picture of me from 5 years ago. 

“AND HERE’S YOUR BIG!”

I was shocked. My big little was just me when I was fucking fat and me now as a skinny legend. It was like I was Jekyll and Hyde, but just big me and little me, and both made my lin.