“Where the hell did you get those boots?!” Jamie was shocked to see her little sister Bobbie about to leave the house in black thigh-high leather boots with — not exactly spike heels, but close to it.
“I borrowed them from Eleanor,” Bobbie said, grabbing a chip from the bag Jamie had open on the counter. “She got some newer ones today. Purple ones.”
“But where are you going? You look like a slut, Bobbie. I’m just sayin’“
“Well, maybe I want to attract some attention,” Bobbie said. “Nothing wrong with that. Besides, Eleanor’s picking me up in a minute; we’ll stick together. If someone wants a piece of us, they’ll have to pay for both, haha!”
Jamie would not have worn that type of footwear herself these days, but her reason was not mere prudishness, or even good taste. In fact, she like the idea of glamour that verged on outrageous. But she couldn’t pull it off. She was fat at the moment. Fat, fat, fat. And Bobbie was not.
“Where are you going, then? The U Street Music Club?”
“Well, yeah. For dancing.” To complement the borrowed boots, Bobbie had on black-and-white striped short-shorts with red buttons on the cuffs. Her black t-shirt was low-cut, and she’d put her brown hair up in a tangled nest on top of her head. Red earrings dangled from her earlobes. Jamie couldn’t begin to imagine what Eleanor’s getup would be.
“I guess you WILL attract some attention. Especially if Eleanor’s going to wear purple ones,” Jamie said, trying not to feel resentful. She wasn’t expecting to be invited along. She’d refused too often in the past. And she did have a boyfriend now, whereas Bobbie was ‘fancy free.’ Jamie figured she’d invite Andy over, then, if Bobbie was going to be out. Short notice, but he’d show up.
Her feelings about Andy were mixed. Andy said he loved her the way she was, big. She didn’t want to be big, though. So something must be wrong with Andy. It was unfortunate that the more he claimed to be turned on by her, the less she respected him. Knowing it was a screwed-up dynamic didn’t prevent it from continuing to plague her emotions.
“You can have Andy over!” Bobbie said, as if she were giving Jamie permission. Jamie crumpled up the chip bag and threw it at Bobbie, who batted it away, and giggled. The buzzer sounded. Eleanor was probably downstairs waiting in the lobby.
“Take some SELFIES, Bobbie!” Jamie knew that Bobbie would, that the excursion to the dance club was partly for that very purpose. Bobbie had already grabbed her tiny purse and rushed out the door. Jamie heard the elevator bell ding. She picked up her phone to text Andy. Maybe she would somehow believe him this time when he said he loved her. Maybe. It would sure feel good, and it would help her love him in return.
— Macoff
“I borrowed them from Eleanor,” Bobbie said, grabbing a chip from the bag Jamie had open on the counter. “She got some newer ones today. Purple ones.”
“But where are you going? You look like a slut, Bobbie. I’m just sayin’“
“Well, maybe I want to attract some attention,” Bobbie said. “Nothing wrong with that. Besides, Eleanor’s picking me up in a minute; we’ll stick together. If someone wants a piece of us, they’ll have to pay for both, haha!”
Jamie would not have worn that type of footwear herself these days, but her reason was not mere prudishness, or even good taste. In fact, she like the idea of glamour that verged on outrageous. But she couldn’t pull it off. She was fat at the moment. Fat, fat, fat. And Bobbie was not.
“Where are you going, then? The U Street Music Club?”
“Well, yeah. For dancing.” To complement the borrowed boots, Bobbie had on black-and-white striped short-shorts with red buttons on the cuffs. Her black t-shirt was low-cut, and she’d put her brown hair up in a tangled nest on top of her head. Red earrings dangled from her earlobes. Jamie couldn’t begin to imagine what Eleanor’s getup would be.
“I guess you WILL attract some attention. Especially if Eleanor’s going to wear purple ones,” Jamie said, trying not to feel resentful. She wasn’t expecting to be invited along. She’d refused too often in the past. And she did have a boyfriend now, whereas Bobbie was ‘fancy free.’ Jamie figured she’d invite Andy over, then, if Bobbie was going to be out. Short notice, but he’d show up.
Her feelings about Andy were mixed. Andy said he loved her the way she was, big. She didn’t want to be big, though. So something must be wrong with Andy. It was unfortunate that the more he claimed to be turned on by her, the less she respected him. Knowing it was a screwed-up dynamic didn’t prevent it from continuing to plague her emotions.
“You can have Andy over!” Bobbie said, as if she were giving Jamie permission. Jamie crumpled up the chip bag and threw it at Bobbie, who batted it away, and giggled. The buzzer sounded. Eleanor was probably downstairs waiting in the lobby.
“Take some SELFIES, Bobbie!” Jamie knew that Bobbie would, that the excursion to the dance club was partly for that very purpose. Bobbie had already grabbed her tiny purse and rushed out the door. Jamie heard the elevator bell ding. She picked up her phone to text Andy. Maybe she would somehow believe him this time when he said he loved her. Maybe. It would sure feel good, and it would help her love him in return.
— Macoff
Poor Jamie. Our society has such screwed up dynamics of how women should look. Good story.
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