The Chicka Sisterhood











{April 4, 2008}   6am

Self doubt creeps into the room in the middle of the night.

What did she mean when she said, he knows what you look like, right?

Am I so terrible looking?

And of course he knows what I look like.

Your self portraits aren’t you.

They’re me. More than anything else in the world, they’re me.

I don’t see you in them. He knows what you look like, right?

Surely the heavy-set girl can get the boy.

Surely the heavy-set girl deserves to get the boy.

Surely the heavy-set girl is a desireable partner and soulmate.

What did she mean? I look hideous. Why would I even consider this?

I don’t know. What’s the likelihood this is going to go anywhere, anyway? Now, how’s dinner for you on the 30th? It’s the only day I can do it. You can tell me about this photography… thing… hobby…

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First, your friends sound like big d-bags.

Second, it’s not about how you can describe the girl, or what the girl looks like, or any of that. It’s just about THE GIRL HERSELF. You deserve this, and yes, it CAN happen.



sistertricky says:

Here here, you deserve every happiness, and unsupportive freinds can shove it where the sun don’t shine!



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