Friday, September 20, 2019
The Fat Cow Complex :: essays research papers
ItÃ¢â¬â¢s mid-June. I graduated a few days earlier and here I am sitting nervously on a bench outside Lane Bryant, staring at the gate ItÃ¢â¬â¢s my first job interview ever. IÃ¢â¬â¢m nervous as hell. I must have dried my hands fifty times on my dress but theyÃ¢â¬â¢re still sticky with sweat. A woman comes to the front and opens the gate. She asks my name, I tell her. She nods, smiles, shakes my hand, introduces herself as Fran and tells me how cute I look. I beam and thank her. IÃ¢â¬â¢m not used to compliments. One of the questions she asks me is what my best shopping experience was like. I rack my brain. What kind of question is that? I think. Taking a deep breath I reply that it would have to be the first time I ever shopped there, at Lane Bryant. She looks at me skeptically. I explain how my mom guided me there after a long discouraging day of school clothes shopping. To pacify her, I follow and try on jeans and a t-shirt. I leave the dressing room to model for Mom and the sales lady squeals over how good I look. IÃ¢â¬â¢m taken aback. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that she does this to make the sale but itÃ¢â¬â¢s the first time IÃ¢â¬â¢ve ever been complimented by a salesperson. I feel welcome here. I donÃ¢â¬â¢t get the Ã¢â¬Å"You? You think youÃ¢â¬â¢ll be able to buy anything here?Ã¢â¬ look. By the end of my story IÃ¢â¬â¢m nearly in tears. I smile sheepishly. I get the job. As I leave, Tess, another woman who works at the store, tells me I look great. I do. I am beautiful. Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Early July. Mel invites twenty of her closest friends to swim in her pool after a barbecue at the beach. IÃ¢â¬â¢m standing on the deck, beach towel wrapped around me. Everyone else is in the pool. IÃ¢â¬â¢m trying to think of the least conspicuous way to slip into the warm inviting pool. Amanda notices IÃ¢â¬â¢m just standing there and calls for me to join them, also calling everyone's attention to me. I swallow the huge lump in my throat, throw my towel over the rail and jump in the water, praying no one saw the jiggling of my thighs as I leapt. Later theyÃ¢â¬â¢re having chicken fights and IÃ¢â¬â¢m floating alone in the deep end.