F.A.T (Les Twins Short Story)

Fat Model

Karina didn't know what to say. She works with Brya in the financial department of the Bicêtre Hospital, they have known each other for 1 year and in this one year of friendship, she has never seen Brya this upset.

“I’m so sorry we have only 45 minutes for Lunch and I just wasted so much of your time with my bullshit. I’m sorry no more words from me.” Brya said with sigh.

“Oh don’t say that to me. You know I always love to hear about your stuff. I just don’t know what to say about this time.” Karina spoke softly.

“You are such a sweetheart you know that? Thank you for being awesome.” Brya said whole heatedly.

“Anyways, I think you should take that off of your mind and just go to a better doctor.” Karina sipped on her drink.

“I know but what if he is right? Like what if I am fat?” Brya spoke without sugar coats. She probably shouldn’t be the one sparking the idea that she is fat but she has to get to a conclusion. This was eating up her brain.

Karina ran her fingers in her long, straight, black hair. “I mean every girl has her insecurities. But I honestly have seen worse than you. Seriously your body is fine because you are tall.”

Brya’s heart skipped a beat as she heard Karina confirm the fact that she is fat. “Right. Insecurities.”

Karina sipped on her drink again, “Like you can fix your problem by wearing a certain color or a certain type of clothe, there are people out there who can’t even get up from their sit.”

“Yea” Brya looked at Karina ramble on. She was frozen in her sit.

“I used to be told that I am too skinny, and when I gained weight, I was told I am fat. This society is fucked up. Seriously! They will say shit no matter what.” Karina said in her mellow, soothing voice. In many ways Brya always praised Karina for her beautiful looks, and her telling Brya these things was supposed to make Brya feel better but instead it sucked the life out of Byra’s body because she found out that she is…

“I say you just walk it off and say fuck you, ‘I’m sexy as hell’. Seriously! I would kill to have your breasts.” Karina was lost in her zone. She slipped out a cigarette and lightened it. When she looked up she realized the locked sad expression on Brya’s face. She poked on her cigarette and blew it out. She leaned forward in her chair and whispered “This is Europe.” She chuckled bitterly. “People here can’t stand each other. Don’t let small things get into you.” She poked on her cigarette again and stared at Brya for a moment. She laughed through her nose and leaned back in her chair to take another poke on the cigarette. “They made me feel like I was nothing better than a piece of shit. Did you know I wanted to be model? Yea for Next model’s agaency?” Karina remembered, “I was one signature away from getting a deal when the management changed. And do you know what they said about me?” She inhaled with the cigarette on her lips, “They crushed me, not as a model but as a woman. They made me hate myself”

Brya didn’t know what to do with the new things she was finding out about Karina. Karina is probably one of the most physically fit girls in the city and to hear these from her….

“What did you do about it?”

Karina put down her drink and brushed her hair to behind her ears, “I lost my life, I couldn’t do anything anymore. I was just…I felt like I am too ugly to be here. Seriously. They made me hate myself. Then I was forced to go back to school and I occupied myself with getting a job and degree.” He voice shook at the memory.

“I’m sorry, you are beautiful. I would have never thought.” Brya said in a hushed tone and leaned forward to grab Karina’s hand. Karina smiled in response.

“It’s okay now. I just laugh at it today because it was so silly. Oh Gosh” Karina covered her face. Hearing Brya complain about her body and her worries has really made Karina think back and let loose of these memories she has been holding on to for years now.

“It’s okay let it out” Brya comforted her friend.

“I was only 17 and I wanted to be model, be a somebody. I stood up to my parents because I actually believed having a dream meant going after it to earn it. I was stupefied by the dreams of fame. My parents told me to not but I insisted. I got this close to being what I wanted to but when the management changed they said I was too fat, that I was out of the image Next Model Agency wants to have.” Karina stared into the horizon, feeling remorse for her wasted years. She couldn’t say she has still recovered from the insults, but she doesn’t starve herself anymore.

“Wow I’m s shocked.” Brya said frozen.

“So I’m telling you, don’t let a couple of extra pounds let you feel like you are any less of those walking stick figures. You have a beautiful face and that’s all you need.”

Karina is a beautiful girl, but she is known to have the ugliest words. Her frankness is what attracted Brya to her; because Brya always needs honest opinions. This time, even though the truth has been spoken by the girl with the Russian features, Brya feels as though she wanted to hear a lie. All Brya could think of was the sad truth that everyone has been not minding for a while.

When Karina and she walked back into the office, she looked very carefully at every girl around her. They all had tiny waists; doesn’t matter if they had round butts, but they all had small waists, long thin legs, and delicate bodies. She felt overwhelmed by emotions of wanting to hide herself in a closet. She didn’t look bad compared to other girls, maybe someone would even believe that her hair-do, nails and style is better than the most, but she, herself, felt ashamed of her body. She felt as though she is not good enough for the people around her. She sucked in her stomach, but there was still a small hanging sack over her belt, under her blouse. She put on her coat to hide her curves. She felt the need to look at herself in the mirror. Bathroom! She pushed her chair back and walked over to the bathroom. Her knee was hurting less, she noticed. When she reached the private bathroom, she locked the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly took off her coat. She quickly began to question why she wore this blouse. It’s too tight, too revealing of her chest, too bright for her situation. She stood facing the wall; she looked over her shoulder to see her profile in the mirror.

“When did this happen to my body?”