If the dress fits
I slide my hands into my dress. I pull it down and the material gives easily. Of course it would. I would need it to, since I’m not exactly model material.
It fits just fine, not showing too much of my ridiculous torso. The bottom flows when I move and, for a second, I feel pretty because I can finally wear something all the other girls wear. That would be enough for me to feel comfortable, but I look toward my arms and decide I’ll need something to cover myself up with.
Destiny, the beautiful blonde and seemingly fragile girl that I know is made of armor, watches me frown at the mirror. She knows what I’m thinking. We’ve been over this time and time again.
So she won’t mention that I’m feeling a little bloated. Actually, I’m feeling like a whale and I definitely just swam into the wrong part of the ocean.
I brush my hair, turning away from one of my closest friends, and bite my lip as tears start to form. I close my eyes and breathe out. Not now. That would have to wait.
“Are you excited?” she asks, smiling over at me as her curly hair falls over her bare shoulders.
I turn to her, look at her fitted dress that perfectly complements her skin tone. I nod.
“Of course,” I say, “why wouldn’t I be?”
She laughs and I join in. I brush off my doubts and grab her wrist, pulling her toward the door. We’d have to leave soon or we’d be late. Then, she stops short because the rain is pouring and I’m almost disappointed that the night we’d been planning for weeks could be canceled at any moment.
Almost.
But my teacher calls minutes later, telling us that end-of-year newspaper banquet won’t be interrupted.
“We’ll be fine,” he says.
Will we?
Our staff’s table is near the back of Tierney’s Cafe. There’s warmth everywhere I turn: in the candles that carefully line the room, on my friends’ faces, in my heart.
I greet everyone, face flushing as they take in my appearance.
“I get it, guys,” I say around a laugh. “I’ve never worn a dress before. It’s alright.”
Everyone smiles at that. I wish I could smile at that.
I pull at the hem of my dress, suddenly feeling like I shouldn’t have shown up in the first place. I sit next to my friend Anthony. Surprisingly, he cleaned up well. He’d be leaving me behind next year, along with many of the other staffers who I’d come to know as family. I tried not to think about losing my friends.
Instead, I thought of losing weight.
I know I should have skipped the desert. The Reese’s Cream Pie I’d split with another boy hadn’t been worth it.
I could still feel the Reese’s cups burning down my throat and the cream settling over.
I felt sick.
I felt like the whole table was watching me take another awful bite. While I knew that it wasn’t true, my heart squeezed in protest. That piece of pie would probably go straight to my thighs. I’m pretty sure that they were already twice the size of my head.
I just couldn’t have my only friends judge me for indulging just this once. I set the fork down, let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Is it time for the awards yet?”
I keep my tight grip steady, rocking our bodies in the process. I’d have to let go at some point, but this couldn’t be the time. My friends and I part one by one, bidding our farewells and promising to text or call soon. Or maybe just text.
Calling is still too weird.
As I walk to my grandmother’s car, I turn back and watch the soon-to-be adults throw around their usual banter. It’s a bittersweet ending to an otherwise bearable outing, considering how I’d felt like I’d been big enough to fill about three chairs that night.
I slide into the car, throw my purse on the ground and turn to greet the one person who could always sense my mood swings with a bat of her eyelashes.
“How’d it go?”
“Fine.”
“Did anyone say anything about your dress?”
No, no. They didn’t.
No one commented on the dress, but I know what they would have said. And I don’t want to hear it echo in my mind on a night where I had to say goodbye.
But I’ve heard it all before, from my beautiful and thin and kind friends that see through my playful glares. They don’t know that they’ve made me cry because the only compliment they can provide is that I almost look like Adele.
That’s on a good night.
“Yeah,” I lie. “They loved it.”
Kaitlynn • Apr 7, 2014 at 3:21 PM
Katelyn, you have such a beautiful gift for writing, and a very beautiful heart! I read your piece in my English class and it changed my outlook completely! Keep your chin up! You’re amazing
Brigitte • Apr 7, 2014 at 8:29 AM
Katelyn, I’m so glad your piece ended up in the Dallas Morning News. You’re an incredibly talented writer and I wish you the best.
http://www.dallasnews.com/opinion/latest-columns/20140404-looking-for-that-perfect-fit.ece
Sue • Apr 5, 2014 at 10:36 AM
Katelyn, I read your article in the Dallas Morning Newa. First I have to tell you that you have a great gift for writing. Don’t take that lightly, it is not that common.
Next, I want to tell you I identified so much with your feelings. When I was in high school I always felt set apart from everyone because I had teeth that badly need orthodontic work, along with other flaws. When someone stepped in and made sure I got the orthodontic work I needed, it changed my life. Suddenly I had friends and admirers. I realized then it was true that so many people judge you on your appearance.
Over the years, (I am now almost 60) I found out something else. You should not allow those people to make you criticize yourself. There are just as many people who never judge you by your appearance. They will care more about your character, your opinions, your intelligence. Quit judging yourself so harshly and you will start seeing these people.There are quite a few of us who have been there. If you decide to lose weight, do it because you love yourself and feel like that is a way to be good to yourself. Don’t do it because other people make you feel bad.
I never write comments to anyone, ever, but I felt compelled to tell you this because you remind me so much of a younger me. You have an absolute gift with words and I hope you continue with writing.
Best wishes to you,
Sue
Just a friend • Mar 7, 2014 at 7:10 PM
Katelyn,
Not only are you an incredible writer, but you’re gorgeous. I wish I could say I remembered what your dress looked like that night, and even more than that I wish I knew how you felt. But I don’t. You are truly beautiful inside and out. Who cares if you’re not a size 0? Real women have curves! We have never been close, you were in newspaper and I was in yearbook, but I always thought you were nice. And I like your face (in a non creepy way). You have a very elegant face and a very pretty face. And your eyes! I’m jealous of your eyes! You worked hard last year and totally deserved a Reese’s Cream Pie! I know how it feels to put on a dress and feel so uncomfortable in your body, to feel like everyone can see every flaw you see. But you’re the only person that sees them! Your friends and the people that love you see you. We see the beautiful, smart, intelligent, elegant, wonderful women that you are! You are such a beautiful person, don’t ever think you’re not.
Madison Ermenio • Mar 7, 2014 at 5:40 PM
Katelyn, you are beautiful. Not only in a physical sense, but your courage is inspiring. Keep on writing, it affects so many people in a positive way!