My own daughters were naturally thin and at the sight of my beautiful prom girl I knew I'd made the right decision.Дuring the sixties, it was cool to dress in fringed vests, long granny dresses and smoke dope until no one cared. There was also an epidemic of eating disorders in this era that either hadn't been so prevalent in my teenage years, or nobody talked about it. In this late 1990's year of Cindy's senior prom the media exploded with the onslaught of anorexic models and ultra-thin actresses. Even a fat girl like me got caught up in the spirit.'ДЄnd this was true. Young people all over the country were protesting this war, and civil rights and women's liberation. 'I graduated high school back in the sixties,' I began. Calvin would be arriving in a few minutes. But I don't think she told you everything.'Д¬indy remained silent. Except those kids in my high school class who voted for me to be murdered.' But no amount of money could make me be thin.' I'm smart, mind you, and was always able to earn a good living. It did sting a bit coming from my own daughter. Hell, a surreptitious casting down of the eyes at my obesity was the least of crimes committed upon me. Though she quickly regained her bearing, I saw the movement. For the merest fraction of a second she cast her eyes to the floor in that manner of people hearing a truth that made them uncomfortable. At this Cindy's emerald eyes did react and it was kind of sad. 'I'm fat, Cindy,' I said in a firm voice then jumped from my seated position for emphasis. Now I'd tell her straight because, since she was so beautiful, I knew she had nothing to fear. 'Because whoever got elected prom queen was going to be executed,' I said with no emotion shown that these words would indicate. 'I guess you know this wasn't a good thing?' I asked rhetorically, sitting on the dressing chair to better muse. She knew my statement also not to be a happy one. Cindy's emerald eyes didn't change as she continued her steady gaze. 'I was elected queen of my prom,' I said, slowly, with no happy emotion that such a statement would suggest. Those emerald eyes glowed even brighter above the pink satin frame. On Cindy, the bright pink shone soft but with a statement against her creamy, lightly tanned skin. I considered that I'd eschewed pink the day Cindy tried on the gown because my life was spent in the endless search for a slimming black. The pink gown that I'd originally thought to be a bit garish landed on her curves perfectly. It required only a modicum of makeup to enhance her wide-set emerald eyes and high cheekbones. The bangs flirted with her eyebrows in a soft manner that was both fetchingly childish and sexually alluring. It was caught in the back by a simple gold clasp. Her honey-brown hair was upswept in an elegant chignon. In fifteen minutes, her boyfriend Calvin would come to claim her. And though life as a fat child had never been a pleasant one, it wasn't until my senior prom that I realized just how much my school chums, indeed everyone in my world, really hated me for being so fat.Д¬indy regarded me calmly as these thoughts raced through my head.

By the time I was a teenager, I carried almost 200 lbs. My birth weight exceeded ten pounds and it went uphill from there. How does a mother ever tell such a terrible thing? How could I ever tell my daughters, even though they probably knew, that I was elected prom queen but for the worst of motives? My classmates elected me queen of the prom so I could take a bullet directly in my head. In over thirty years I still can barely tell myself the truth. Now tell me why you keep denying this.'Д¬indy plopped down on the bed directly in front of my shocked self, crossed her arms in defiance and gazed directly into my lying eyes in search of the truth. On the back, Grandmom had written, 'Shelly's Prom Picture-1968'. We found a picture of you and your date over at Grandmom's house. We've both known for over ten years that you DID go to your prom. 'I don't know why you tell me and Kelly that you didn't go to your senior prom. 'Mom,' she said, turning from the mirror and throwing her lovely arms in air in exasperation. I've told you this many times,' I replied, realizing there was no one else about and my daughter had to be addressing me. At first, I wondered just to whom she was speaking. I'd been picking up discarded clothes from around Cindy's room when I heard her words. 'When are you going to tell me about your prom night?'

You take my breath away.'Д¬indy wave a disdainful hand to my praise then turned to survey herself in the full-length mirror. I added a little spit on an errant curl, then stood back to admire my creation. M y daughter stood before me, as pretty in pink as a teenage girl could be. Images 'dma': The Fattest Prom Queen by Patricia Fish

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