Chapter One
“Mom, do I have to go? Those dances are so lame!” She calls after her mother who stepped into a dress shop. “No Daughter of mine is going to be missing her first dance” She says as she pushes the hair out of her face. “But mom.” she began to protest but knew there was no hope when her mother grabbed a dark blue dress and twirled around “Perfect” she said. Becca loved the dress and loved the way the fabric swayed back and forth while she walked. She really wanted to go to the dance but out in public she knew people looked at her and whispered to each other about her weight. She slipped the dress off and told her mother she loved it. As they walked up to the counter one of her best friends, Brittany, came in to the store and instantly spotted her. “Becca” she said “I didn’t think you were going to the dance I’m so glad you changed your mind!” and she hugged her. “Yea, me to.” Becca said to her. Brittany knew that Becca wasn’t thrilled about going and was probably only going because her mom made her. Brittany and Becca’s mom got along perfectly and began chatting about hair, make up and clothes. Becca sometimes wondered if they were switched at birth. Becca could tell Brittany’s mom anything. She always talked to her about animals, boys and her feelings. But, whenever she tried to talk her mom she didn’t understand. Her mom was 5’ 7” With short Brown curly hair and about 120 pounds. She didn’t seem to understand the concept of what Becca was going through or the hints Becca would drop about how being over weight made her really un happy. Becca never liked to come right out and say things so you had to read between the lines, but most people didn’t and it left Becca feeling really alone.
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