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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