The Beauty & The Beast

Chapter Three- Totally Rapeable If You Ask Me

Chapter Three

I force myself to be strong as I stare with hurt at the pile of dresses currently laying on the floor of the fitting room.

I can do this.

"Is, are you done? Can we see?" Angelina's voice says from the other side of the door.

"No, sorry but none of them were good."

"Okay, stay in there I'll look for something else."

I hurriedly wiped a few tears away and immediately started fanning myself with the use of my hands to get rid of the redness that had declared war on my face.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Why do I have to be such a cry baby?

I just don't get it, I have been dieting for a while now and I was so sure that I had lost a few pounds but after trying out six dresses and not fitting in any of them, it was crystal clear that I'm still such a fatty. Why should I even make an effort when I won't get any result? Even after I deprived myself from ships and pastries for a month, I'm still the same. Why can't I be like Angelina who eats like a woman in the middle of a pregnancy but still manages to weight a hundred and fifteen pounds?

No, I'm not jealous. I'm a good friend.

"Is, try these on please. They just screamed Isabella when I saw them." This time it was Anna.

"Okay." I said trying as hard as I could to keep my voice steady.

First dress: No

Second dress:Definitely no.

Third dress: When pigs fly

I stared at my reflection searching for flaws in the way the dress hung onto me. It was strapless so it made my broad shoulders look too manly, my boobs didn't even fill the cup and because it had a strap circling my waist, it emphasized my wide hips.

"Bells, open the door. We want to see!" Anna shouted.

I opened the door to look at Anna and Angelina sitting on two red couches with dresses hanging from both of their arms. Lola had gotten out of the torture by saying she had a dress already. Sneaky idiot.

"I look fat." I said simply.

Angelina waved her hands in the hair signaling me to shut up. "No you don't! It is just not the dress for you."

"I think that it is just too plain." Anna commented.

I crossed my arms. "I'm not going to homecoming."

Angelina gave a stern look. "Of course you are going."

Anna stood up. "There is no way we'll let you not go. Don't even think about it."

"I can't find a dress. Do you expect me to go naked?"

"Now that," Anna pointed out. "would be quite the show."

Angelina soothed her voice. "Just be a little positive okay?"

"I'm being positive!"

"You have rejected every single dress we have suggested." Anna fought back.

"Well, I'm sorry for having a hundred and forty pounds of fat that prevent me from stuffing myself in those dresses."

Anna started massaging her temples because of the obvious stress that I was giving her. "Is, you know you are not fat right?"