These Beautiful Flaws of Mine

Day 8

Day 8: Write a scene that takes place at a concert.

Sweaty bodies danced on top of seats as the music flared up to the point of musicians jumping around and making complete utter fools of themselves. I grimaced as one peeled off his drenched shirt and tossed it into the crowd, making fangirls chase after his shirt in hopes to sell it on Ebay later. Smiling faces swayed to and fro in their distant rows from the musicians, just happy to be there and listen to the music despite the overpriced tickets they paid for. If it wasn't for the fact I was mistaken for a man because of my size, I would have opted out of this scene, but it was my favorite band after all. Might as well enjoy being a female body guard for the day. 

How ironic it was, that all of my skinny bullies would be in the distant rows, while I was behind the front bars separating the screaming fans from the very band I loved. Oh how they would hate my guts for not telling them about my lovely experience with celebrities. I've had other jobs protecting different musicians and they all thought the same too, that I was a big man protecting them. It was just the big build I had that made people think I was a man. If they peeled back my shirt and saw the bra, well then things would change. Yet, no one really paid attention to the fact that I had boobs and a feminine looking face. I always put my hair in a messy bun and hid it underneath a cap, so everyone just assumed I was a guy. 

Do I have an issue with it? Heck no! Why would I? There is so much fun in being mistaken as a guy! I love pulling people's legs, always have, and always will! However, sometimes it can be a little disheartening, but I've learned to shake it off. In a world filled with negative viewpoints, I prefer to be an optimist. Due to my viewpoint, I've been able to deal with people's crap and just shrug it off. At least in middle school people didn't necessarily bully me, because my body started to develop nicely back then, that is, until high school started. That's when it all came crashing down on me.

My parents divorced and I was left with my mom, who constantly set unrealistic expectations for me to follow. Every time I couldn't live up to her standards, I would be yelled at or even punished for the lack of effort shown. Unfortunately, I didn't appreciate her as much as I should've so when she died in a car crash, I regretted my entire existence. Even though I never could measure up to being her definition of 'great' I still loved her. But then a year later, I got sent to my father's and was constantly neglected by him. 

He spent most of his time drinking away his life, regardless of the people around him. His own feelings were the only ones he ever considered, and I put up with that for a good solid two months until he died as well. Not so surprisingly, he died from over consumption of alcohol while I was away at high school. I spent the rest of the two years of high school with my doting aunt and her family.  

Thankfully, they helped me to see that decent people still exist, even though they're hard to come by. However, I still kept gaining weight as the years progressed from those tragic accidents and, no matter how many diets I would try, I just couldn't seem to shed the pounds off. All of my beautiful dresses I once had, now are shoved in the back of my closet.. piled underneath sweatshirts and sweatpants. It's as if they are afterthoughts, the one's we shove to the side and tend to forget to throw out. 

Now, I'm twenty one and protect pretty musicians from harm. Had you asked me what I wanted to be when I was eighteen, I would've said a writer, but thanks to my lovely size, I get to spend my time watching musicians carefully. Never would I have imagined of being a body guard! Yet here I am, proud and tall! Screw you bullies!

 "Um,"a blonde tapped me on the shoulder. "excuse me? You are blocking my path to the backstage entrance."

"I'm going to have to ask you to display your proof of entrance Miss," I gruffly stated as she pulled out a backstage pass out of her pocket. Noticing the official label, I stepped aside to let her through. However, she stopped midway and fully took my appearance in. 

"Are you a female body guard?" She raised her eyebrows in disgust at the thought of me being a female. 

"What gives you that impression?" I asked in the most manly voice I could utter. 

"Your feminine face and your extremely puffy chest," she replied blatantly, crossing her arms in retribution of my looks. 

"Pfft," I scoffed and started laughing. "Well it's about time someone noticed that I'm a female!" 

"Oh my god!" she beamed and started to laugh as well. "Am I really the first to notice this?"

"Yes," I admitted, feeling not so self-conscious around her as I usually do around most people.

"I hope you're not offended by my response, I literally thought you're an unnatractive man. As a female, that makes more sense! I mean, man boobs seem a bit weird!" she explained and laughed at herself while she was doing it.

"Wait, my boobs are noticeable?!?" My eyes bugged out as I quickly ran my hands down my chest and onto my stomach. 

"Yeah, just a little," she smirked and then extended her hand towards me. "I'm Katie, Nate's future girlfriend."

"And I'm his fiance," I shot back, laughing at her obsession with Nate Powski, the lead singer of Tokyo Tokens. 

"Haha, he's a hunk," she sighed in fascination. "You know, when you don't speak gruffly or try to be manly, you have an absolutely beautiful voice! I just can't imagine how people have mistaken you for a man!" 

"Well, I kind of just play along with it. I'd rather have fun with it than feel bad about my appearance!" I responded with a wide smile, glad that someone thought I still sounded somewhat femine. 

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Yes, I know it's kind of boring, but I do plan to further this in the future! We shall see where this goes!