Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

A little girl with a costume chef’s hat on. It’s a little too big for her head, causing

it to fall into her eyes. She pushes it up out of her face, shooting me a toothless

grin as she holds up a handmade sign that reads, in haphazard crayon…

“ABBY, U R MY HERO!”

Tears come to my eyes, but I blink them away. Suddenly, I’ve found my voice

again. I clear my throat, stand up straight, and start to speak.

“I want to say how grateful I am to stand here as a woman in a profession that

has long been dominated by men. And not just as a woman, but as someone

who believes in the power of diversity, of giving chances to those who are often

overlooked.”

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I pause, choosing my words carefully. “But it’s not just about me,” I continue, “it’s

about all of us here. The incredible chefs who have come to compete, the staff

who make this show possible, and you—the audience, who make us want to be

better.”

I see Daniel roll his eyes, his scowl deepening.

I contemplate going further, confronting his negativity

won’t work here. It’s not

all of the love,” I continue, “but

not my opponents,

chefs—because, at the end of the day, we’re

of cooking, to challenge ourselves,

engage in a

applause and cheers takes over the studio. I

eyes sweeping across the faces of the audience,

Karl,

who takes home the prize today,”

a community, cheering each other on, despite our

the real victory, and it’s one

eyes meet Daniel’s once more. He’s still scowling

important thing is that little girl

big for her head, her grin missing teeth, and her

I don’t win

microphone back. “What a lovely speech,”

which there’s another round of

loves you, but we’re all dying

today?”

Karl, whose eyes glint

I say. “If you all don’t mind,

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