>> Saturday, February 20, 2010
At fourteen you don't need sickness or death for tragedy. ~Jessamyn West
My face grew warmer as I watched them all laugh at me. I put on a fake smile and laughed right along, but nothing at all was funny!
There was Jenny, in her little yellow flower print panties, and training bra. Jenny was so thin that her bra stretched flat across her chest, and her underwear hung loose, sagging in the rear.
Standing next to me was Tanya, my best friend and birthday girl. Tanya was sporting her new training bra. Her underwear however were not new, the pink panties seem a size to small. One of her butt cheeks was always showing, and she had to keep digging them out of her crack.
If I had not been so scared she would kick my butt, I would have told her to shut the heck up! Tiffany was a year older then the rest of us, much taller, and had already had her period. Tiffany in her real bra filled with real boobs, Tiffany in her big girl panties.
This was Tanya’s 12th birthday and slumber party, and the reason for my nightmare. It may also have been the start of my life long body image issues. One thing for sure, I never got undressed in front of a group of girls again!
I had begged Tanya not to invite her.
“Tiffany’s cool Michelle,” she told me. “You just don’t like anyone new.”
COOL!? COOL!? She’s a 6th grade bully! At recess Tiffany doubled dared Nicole to hit me in the face with a basketball. Nicole did it, walked right up to me said, “think fast!” and WHAM!
“I don’t think I’m coming then.” I told her, not wanting a repeat of the basketball incident.
“Don’t be a baby, you are coming, anyway your mom already said you could,” Tanya said.
Well, that was that then.
The party was fun, at first. Then Tiffany had this idea.
“Tanya, try on your new bra and model if for us.”
“Yeah its pretty, mine has a pink bow on it too,” adds Jenny.
SNAP! ~ “Ouch Tiffany! What did you do that for?” Jenny cries.
“I just wanted to see if you really had one on.” Tiffany laughs
“Well I do.” says Jenny.
“Why? You don’t need one.” Tiffany said, laughing harder now.
Turning to me Tiffany asks, “What about you Michelle, do you have on a bra?”
Having already backed myself up to the wall, I nodded.
“Cool, we can all model our bras!” Yells Tiffany. She turns up “Like a virgin” on Tanya’s Boom box, and starts yanking off her “Rat” T-shirt.
Just like lemmings, we all followed, peer-pressure at its finest.
It was a frenzy of blue eye shadow and frizzy perms, singing into curling irons and hair brushes. "I'm gona give you all my love boy, my fear is fading fa ah ast!"
I was having a good time, my fear fading fast, then Tanya finds her Dad’s Polaroid camera.
"Awesome!" Tiffany sings, grabs the camera and starts giving directions.
“No, No, Jenny get over here, Tanya should be in the middle it’s her birthday.” She says, waving her arms at us. “Ok get closer and look sexy.”
Giving it my all, I fluff up my hair, put my hand on my hip and stick my backside way out. Pursing my lips, I do my best Sexy “Daisy Duke” over the shoulder smile.
The Polaroid flash Pops and Tiffany says in her best supper snotty voice.
“Oh baby… Michelle you sure make the perfect Playboy bunny... FAT Play boy bunny that is!” Then they all laughed and laughed…ha ha ha … “Michelle’s a Fat Play boy!”
I really, really Hated her!
I wonder what ever happened to that Polaroid photograph? I looked good girl!