Imperfections

I inhale sharply, holding my breath, and forcing a smile for the flashing cameras on the set. I look over at the other girls, modeling with me. They look perfect, when I look like an awkward mess. I try to copy some of their moves, twirling my hair, tipping my head down, and sitting back on the furry chair I'm sitting in. "Stop! Stop!" Harry yells harshly. As the lights keep blinking, he screams again. "I said enough!" His dark, angry stare pierces through me; he's furious. He stomps his big, black boots on the set and yanks my arm, making me stumble off. "Have you eaten this week?" He whisper yells in my ear. I whimper at the harsh tone. "Answer me." He demands, tugging on my wrist once more. "Yes." He turns away, growling, running his fingers through his dark curls, and turning right back to me. "I thought I fucking told you not to, Ariana. This is a Victoria's Secret photoshoot. You're embarassing me." I look down, letting the curls of my extensions fall on my black lace push-up bra. He hits my chin up. "What did I say?" "Look at you when you're talking to me," I whisper. I blink quickly to try and ward off the tears that are stinging in my eyes. "Go throw up. It will make you look better." He demands, pointing to the bathroom. "Now." "Harry, I-" "Ariana. If you don't look good in this catalogue, you're gonna be finding yourself a new manager. That's for damn sure."