Faded Denim: Color Me Trapped by Melody Carlson

Author:Melody Carlson [Carlson, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781576835371
Publisher: Navpress
Published: 2012-03-02T05:00:00+00:00

twelve

“CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE TOTALLY NUTS?” I STARE AT MY BEST FRIEND AND wonder when she first started to lose her mind. Nearly a month has passed since we got home from camp, and admittedly we haven’t been spending much time together. But that’s only because I’ve been working full-time at a bookstore that’s owned by one of Mom’s friends, and of course, Leah has a boyfriend. Or maybe I just haven’t been keeping up. But she’s just informed me that she has a breast-reduction procedure scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Apparently it’s been scheduled since May. Talk about honest communication between friends.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you sooner.” She just shakes her head. “I knew you’d act like this. I knew you wouldn’t support me.”

“But it’s outrageous. Your boobs are perfectly fine, Leah. You do not need breast-reduction surgery. And I cannot believe your dad is really letting you do this.” Okay, that’s not totally true. I can sort of believe it. I just don’t get it. Why would he allow this?

“Well, if it makes you feel better, Dad’s not real thrilled. But Aunt Cassie understands. And she helped get him on board. She’s so great.”

“And then what’s next?” I say, feeling sarcastic. “Maybe get a nose job, get your cheekbones — ”

“What’s wrong with my nose and cheekbones?” Leah rushes over to my mirror to peer at her reflection.

“Nothing.” I roll my eyes. “That’s just the point. Like how far do you plan on taking this stuff? I mean, I saw this woman on a TV show. She was in her thirties and she’d had about fifty different kinds of plastic surgery. And do you know what she looked like?”

Leah, still studying her face from various angles, shakes her head.

“She looked like a Barbie doll!”

“Yeah, right.”

“She did, Leah. Even her daughter thought she did. And that was her goal. She wanted to look like Barbie.”

Leah laughs and turns around. “So was she pretty?”

“No. She was freaky. Seriously, if I saw her on the street, I’d be scared. She looked like an alien. And her face looked like it was made of plastic. Really weird.” I use my fingers to hold up the corners of my eyes then pooch my lips out to look puffy. “Kind of like this.”

“Hey, maybe you should get your lips injected with collagen, Emily. You might look good in bigger lips.”

“Puh-leez.” I flop back down onto my bed and pick up the July issue of In Style magazine that Leah brought, along with several other fashion rags that she’s addicted to. Her goal, of course, was to show me photos of thin models with tiny boobs in order to convince me that she really needs the reduction surgery. However, I’m not convinced. Because for every flat-chested model she’s shown me, I found one who was stacked. “Probably implants,” she noted. “It’s really unusual for skinny girls to have big boobs.”

“Then you’re just really unusual,” I told her. But to no avail.

“This surgery is important to me,” she says as she studies a glossy ad in Vogue.

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