"Hey, Mom. Remember this thing?"
"Oh, my goodness. Sandra, where on earth did you find-"
"It was in your old clothes box, buried in the garage. You know, with your smaller stuff? Cool, huh? I'd wear something of mine, but I forgot my bathing suit back at the dorm. I gotta have something sexy for the beach trip. Nice style, Mom. Can't believe this used to fit you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well... Um... no, dear. I don't mind. *sigh* You can have that suit... "
"... Seeing that it's too small."
"Oh... Crap... I'm... Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to-"
"It's ok, honey. It's fine. Your old chubby mother said goodbye to two pieces, a long time ago. Don't you worry."
"Awesome! Thanks. Seriously, this is so sick looking. Damn, this bikini fits good on me."
"What you do need to worry about, young lady, is being able to stay that fit."
*Sandra's flat tummy audibly growls*
"Hmmm? (Damn. I just ate. Why am I SO hungry right now? I could really go for some fries.)"
"It happens in our family, Sandra. It happened to me."
"The battle to stay impossibly skinny."
"Oh, Mom, please. Not again."
"I mean it, honey. It crept up on me and it will creep up on you, too."
"Yes way. Just because you grew out of being a little chubby kid doesn't mean you can't grow into a big chubby teenager."
"Mom, you're overreacting."
"I know... I know... I just worry about you. I want you to be ready for your changing body."
"Oh my God, Mom -Stop! This is so embarrassing! I'm nineteen. I've gone through puberty already."
"I'm talking about putting on weight."
"I know you are. It's annoying. Please, I'm young and active."
"And? Are you eating well?"
"I'm eating well... ahem... enough... "
"Come on, Mom. I'm watching what I eat. If the college caf is serving pizza... I only eat two slices."
"Two?!? For goodness sake. And?"
"That's going to catch up with you, young lady."
"Oh, now you're body shaming me?"
"No, honey. I just... I just don't want you... I don't want..."
"What? You don't want me to get fat like you?"
"Sandra Elizabeth Marcus, you watch that tone."
"Hmfff. You know, I don't think you're that sorry."
"I don't think you realize how difficult it was for me - gaining all this weight."
"Jeeze. I said I was sorry, Mom."
"Then, be quiet and listen."
"You know, it was bizarre when I lost my figure. Back when I looked like you, I never could have imagined being so much more. One day I woke up fine and fit and then, I felt it, something following right behind me... "
("Huh?! What was that? Whoa. Why's my butt looking so weird today?")
"Of course, I looked away. That extra flab on my tush was probably a trick of the light. That couldn't have been mine. Me? A bubble butt? Not me!"
("Um, what the hell is happening back there. There's no way.")
"What beautiful carefree, thin girl wouldn't dismiss it? But, when the weight found other places to linger, that was much harder to ignore."
"(Is this for real? This top has some serious lift.) My chest... Holy shit. (Fuck, yeah. I'm stacked! How'd I not see these this morning?) Mom, I think something's happened to me- I think something's up with my top- "
"But, being the ignorant young woman that I was, not to mention, a blonde airhead like my future daughter..."
"Hey! Mom! I'm... wait... what was I talking about? Hmmm. Whatever. Nevermind."
"... I flashed my fat top and thick hips for any slobbering cute boy around."
("Mmmnnn. This bikini makes me look hotter than ever. My girls are on full display. My ass is cute as hell.)
"It wasn't until I was huffing up the stairs every morning, that I noticed the downside to my voluptuous additions."
"I started to feel constantly bloated. Fuller. Thicker. Slower. It was pretty obvious to those around me that I was taking up more space than I was a few months beforehand."
("Feel so... So... heavy.")
"My wardrobe shrank without me noticing."
"(Am I trippin'? Why do my hips look like that? Have they always stuck out so far?) But, uh, weren't you always curvy, Mom?"
"An hourglass can only take so much sand, hon. Eventually, my bust and butt exported their chub elsewhere."
"My dump truck of an rear end? Oh yeah."
"Mom, I'm confused. Are you talking about yourself in this story or is it about me?"
"I'm talking about me, silly girl. Unless, you're looking behind and seeing something familiar?"
"Familiar? Mom, you're being ridiculous again. What are you talking about- gasp!-
What is going on back th- NO!"
"I had the same reaction, dear."
"My ass! How in the actual fu-"
"That, too. Oh, the memories."
"But, this is a story, about you, right? The past? This isn't... I mean, how could this be happening... to me?"
"I asked myself the same question, Sandra. How could my skinny body be blowing up so quickly? 'How could this be happening to me?' Well, obviously, after the endless sorority keggers..."
*Sandra's changing body quickly fills up like a stretchy water balloon wrapped around the end of a garden faucet turned full blast.*
"I gained so much weight in my tummy and face. Got a double chin and a paunch."
"Never saying no to Burger Night on campus gave me hippo hips and thunder thighs."
"I swear, I could hear every extra scoop of double chocolate ice cream I picked up at that corner convenience store stretching my fat ass wider and wider. Months later, I remember, looking in the mirror, wearing that old bikini, being as big as an amateur sumo wrestler, screaming at myself: "
"I can't be the FAT GIRL!!-
"That's right, Sandra. That's exactly what I said when I reached that size. Total denial."
"How? What? When? My body. My butt. It's go- Where did it... How?! Mom, whaaaaaat... what's going on? This doesn't make sense. How could I... I don't feel right. I don't feel like me. I feel... different."
"Aw, honey. You don't look any different than you usually do. You look fine."
"Are *pant pant* are you sure? Because I feel really stuffed up. Swollen. Hot. Like, even my hands feel weird. And, I can't move my arms the same way. My thighs keep bumping together. (Why are my damn feet glued to the floor?) My neck - nnnnk - *pant* - I don't know if I can bend it. Is this allergies? Am I sick? I even sound weird, Mom."
"Well, maybe this old, skinny mini bikini is a little too mini for you - a little too tight? You ever think about that?"
"Too small? But, it's a perfect size. It looks great on me."
"Honey, come now. How'd you manage to get this tiny, stringy thing on anyway?"
"I just put this on five seconds ago, Mom. You saw me in it. It fits like a glove. Shows off my sexy bod. Look how it - hnnnk - wraps around my tight ahh ahhh?? (This isn't mine. This can't be mine.)"
"I'm looking, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to go out in the sun wearing something so, what's the kindest way to put this, revealing?"
"Um, yeah, I do! I have to show some skin. Hell, you didn't have a problem with your old bikini when you gifted it to me, like, a minute ago. Look at my little pooch... belly... Uh, I mean, my waist. I'm not hiding this sexy, flat midriff under a T-shirt. If you got it, flaunt it. *poke* Right? Wait. Where did this come from? Uh, what even is all this?"
"That's some of the skin you were talking about."
"Pfft. Swimsuits are supposed to be revealing, Mom. Duuh. (Seriously, what is all this? I've never seen it before. Why's my bellybutton turned the other way? And where... the hell... are my feet???)"
"Maybe not that revealing, Sandra. I don't think you've noticed or admitted it to yourself yet."
"Be honest. You've put on weight, dear."
"Mom! Stop! Quit it, already! COME ON!"
"Relax! It's ok, Sandra. Like I said, these things happen - sometimes quicker than you expect."
"What weight? This is nothing. *pant* I don't see a problem. You can barely see it. I can barely see it. No one talks about it. *gasp* Hnnnk. It's just the Freshman 15. You're overreacting. Phew. (Jesus fuck, why am I breathing so hard? I'm just moving my arms.)"
"Nice try, big girl, but you're sweating just standing here talking to me. Mom says the beach trip is off until you're healthier. I'm not going to have my oversized daughter follow in my unhealthy footsteps. Now that you're visiting home, I'm putting you on a diet!"
"What? (Also, oversized? Come on. It's not that much!) No fucking way! That's so unfair. I'm not going on a stupid diet! I've never been on a diet! You suck! You should diet, fatty!"
"Ok. That is it, young woman. Last straw. You take off that ridiculous dental floss you're wearing, and get changed, right now!"
"But nothing, big butt. Change into your sweats and start on your chores - mow the lawn. Maybe some activity will help you change your attitude... and your size."
"Aw, man... All I wanted to do was go to the beach."
[cropped images from artist Bojay]
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