Jessica
Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I strip off the fourth shirt I've tried on this morning. So far I've got my gladiator sandals and dark gray skinny jeans on but nothing looks good, damn it. Starting my senior year of high school shouldn't be so nerve-racking, but I've completely changed this summer. I literally worked my butt off this summer to loose sixty pounds. I was tired of being nobody, always by myself and too ashamed of what I looked like to try and make new friends.
"Jess, you're going to be late," my mom yells from down stairs.
Frustrated, I grab a black camisole, throw it on, and run down stairs. My mom is standing at the bottom of the stairs with my bag and keys in her hands. When I take my things from her, I can feel her eyes giving me a once over.
"What?"
"Are you really going to school like that? Don't you think you should be trying a little harder to look good enough? You worked so hard yet you don't even try to look nice?" My mom rolls her eyes and then walks into the kitchen.
No matter what I do, nothing is good enough for my mother. When I was fat, she would monitor everything that went into my mouth and say things like, "do you really need that," or " don't you think you've had enough today?" She would remind me that I was never going to get a boyfriend, and I would forever be an embarrassment to this family.
So I ran up stairs and grabbed my baggy red cardigan.
On my way out the door, my mom grabbed my arm to give me one more look over. I pull my loose chestnut curls over my shoulders and rub my glossed lips together. My mom tugs at my sweater and wipes something off my cheek.
"I wish you would try a little harder on your appearance." My mom shakes her head and sighs in frustration.
Frowning at my mom, I turn around and shut the door in her face. "Hope you have a nice day too, mother!"