Dear Opl

Opal can dish out advice like a pro, but when it comes to helping herself, she's eating her words My name is Opal, but I don't spell it that way. I figure if Mom wants me to lose weight, maybe she'll perk up if I drop the a and shrink my name twenty five percent. Eighth-grade Opal is tired of her mom's ridiculous diets, the new "healthy food" at school, and jeans that won't fit. So she starts a blog to help cope with her insecurities. But the last thing she expects is its sudden popularity, and she soon finds herself replying to fan letters and giving advice. Will Opal finally figure out what she's truly hungering for? Or will she continue to ignore her own advice?