I examined my body in the mirror, the dress looked fine in my opinion. It was a deep emerald green that shone when I moved although the shoes felt uncomfortable as they were high heels. With one last breath I emerged from the changing room to face the team of stylists.
They said nothing for a while, I smiled, flashing her teeth and they began to shake their heads.
"Not quite," A vain looking woman told my. Just then my Mother poked her head around the corner.
"What do you think Mum?" I said hopefully, praying with all my might that my Mother would say yes.
"No," she answered "I can't work with this." She placed her hand over my stomach, pinching it softly, "her rolls are too prominent." This is news to me, I didn't even know I had rolls.
"Take the dress off," Mum tells me, she looks disappointed. I turn to re enter the changing room but she whips the dress off my ahead and begins to talk into her cellphone. I'm left standing in my underwear infront of the stylists. They looked at me as if I was a cut of meat, one no-one really wanted. They then proceeded to strip my feet from their beautiful shoes and remove my hair accessories. A woman with curly brown hair then stuffed me back into the changing room where my trusty avengers t-shirt, old worn jeans and scuffed converse shoes wait for me.
Then I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. None of the stylists bothered to take my makeup off since it can't be bottled up and used for the next model. The makeup artist was nice, she told me that I looked beautiful. I think she was right. Then I look down at my stomach, my own mother just told me I have rolls of fat for miles, should I be worried? I remembered when I was seven and I was helping my Mother prepare dinner on one occasion...
FLASHBACK!
She was preparing the pork and I was 'helping' with the vegetables. The window was open and I was starting to get cold but I didnt want to complain. I noticed she was cutting away all of the animal fat.
"Why are you getting rid of that mummy?" I asked
"Because it's disgusting," she hissed hacking at the meat. I didn't inquire any further than that.
FLASHBACK OVER
I grabbed a handfull of my stomach fat. 'Disgusting,' a voice hissed in the back of my head. I pulled my t-shirt over my head so I wouldn't have to look at it again. Outside I could hear clapping. I moved aside the curtain to see what the fuss was about.
Standing in the center of everyone's attention was a tall blonde girl. In my dress. I'm not sad, I'm not disappointed, I can see that my Mother was right. This new girl looks way better in this dress than I did. The dress sits better on her and they have to punch an extra hole in the belt so it will fit around her waist. I note with jealousy that her makeup is the same as mine. The makeup artist probably told her she was beautiful too.
My mother notices me and quickly pulls a sweater over my head to hide my avenger shirt. The jumper is white and has the logo of my mothers modeling agency printed on it; Christina Ross: Modeling Agency. Only then does she introduce me to the girl who has stolen my dress.
"Keira this is Amanda," my Mum smiles positioning her hands around my head as if she's a salesperson and I'm the product. I nod and she nods. We don't talk after that.