Tessa
"Don't breath," my mother asks as she tries to close the zipper of the white dress she's been trying to squeeze me into for minutes. That it might be too tight doesn't seem to have occurred to her yet.
I knew in advance that I would have to dress up for the party. Unfortunately, I didn't think that she would want to take over.
"It doesn't fit," I contradict while rubbing my tired eyes. I hardly slept at all that night. I don't know why I feel that way, but I try not to worry about it either. If I think about it too much, I get insecure and I simply cannot afford that.
"But, it fits and if it doesn't, then I just make it fit, unfortunately she can see in the mirror that I'm rolling my eyes right now. "Can't I just put something else on?" I ask and try to make myself fat on purpose
