I always wanted to be like the models in �Seventeen� or �YM�. I wanted to be blonde, with big boobs, a nice butt, blue eyes, and a figure that would make any guy swoon. Unfortunately, I�m stuck with brown hair, hazel eyes, a flat butt, way too big boobs, and a figure that would only make the Pillsbury Dough Boy swoon. Ah, the unfairness of life.
I was comfortable with my body, I guess. They made bathing suits and clothes that suited me fine. I wasn�t the type to go walking around with my breasts and my ass hanging out of my clothes. I preferred to be somewhat modest. I liked tee shirts, jeans, and flip flops. But then prom rolled around the corner. Suddenly, my friends were looking at dresses that I would totally fall out of, and stuff that wouldn�t even fit me. I�d look like a pork sausage stuffed into a casing in most of those dresses. All the prom guides put out by teen mags proclaimed fashions for plus-sized figures, but when I check them out, they only went up to size 16. Ahem, but that�s not plus-sized. I haven�t been in a 16 since I was like 10.
So I headed to my long-time bearer of knowledge, the internet. And I looked up plus sized prom dresses. But all the sites I went to proclaimed �Fashions for the Plus Sized Teen,� but yet had 50-something models wearing fashions that my grandma wore in the early-80's. After many, many hours spent looking online and through catalogs, I finally found a few dresses that I would and could wear.
Next order of business was getting a date. It was then that I immediately envied and cursed every single friend of mine that already had a significant other and didn�t have to worry about a date. Then I mentally slapped myself and realized that I was only talking about 2 of my friends. The others were probably enduring the same torture. I had had a crush on the same guy, James, for, call me crazy, 5 years now. He and the rest of the entire world knew I liked him. He was my best guy friend, and I was positively dying to ask him. My friends and family urged me to talk to him, ask him to go with me as just friends. But I had done that before, for Homecoming, and was so shot down that I cried for hours. My best friend, Mandy, was going through the same thing as I was, with another friend of ours, Paul. And we made a bet to ask our prospective dates. If I ask, you have to ask, that sort of thing. Did we? Ah, only time shall tell.
And lastly, I wanted to cut down my weight. I was thinking a good 30 pounds when I realized that prom was only 3 months away, on April 5. It was going to be near impossible. So I told myself I�d lose as much as I could, and invested in Slim Fast bars. My parents even paid for a membership at the local gym. I went about 5 times, eager to begin crafting the new me, and then I got sick with a Sinus infection. I kind of lost my resolve during those 2 weeks I had a fountain of snot for my nose and a bull frog taking residence in my throat. But its February vacation now, and I feel fine. Prom is only a month and a half away, so I better get cracking.
I pictured my prom to be sort of a fairy tale. A prince, a beautiful dress, a horse-driven carriage, the works. Join me on my journey to Prom happiness, will you? For this is the diary of a plus-sized teen girl.
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