I stared down onto the glossy pages of the magazine in front of me. The slim tanned models stared back at me with a look on their face that screamed out "I'm soooo much better than you!" At that moment I wanted to cry out and tell them to stop taunting me. The looks. The voices. I just couldn't take it anymore! I had to do something about it. At a size four I knew that I was two sizes too big. It's not like I had money to blow on a personal trainer like Sharpay did. Plus she was naturally beautiful and slim. It's not like she needed her daily workout. I was so jelous Sharpay had this perfect life and she had all the things that I needed, I knew a good friend like her would never bail on me when I needed them.
I went over to Sharpay's house after to school. I needed a favour which I felt was long over due.
"Sharpay…do you think you could…maybe…possibly…start giving me a work out after school? I feel like I seriously need it?" I asked cautiously.
"Gabs of course I will. But if you don't mind me asking…why? You seriously don't need to you look gorgeous the way you are!" I knew deep down that she was right. I had brown curls that fell over my shoulders, highlighting my Filipino complexion. And I knew that their were people that were bigging than me but right now I felt like a whale compared to everyone else…especially the all the models in the magazines.
"Erm…it's for…for a wedding. Me and my mum have a family wedding to attend in a month or so and I want to stay in shape…because I'm going to be a bridesmaid." A lie I didn't have to tell. But lucky for me she bought it. And I was now on the road to becoming who I really wanted to be.