The Real Me - Episode 1
by Clarissa Carson
This is a disaster.
Why don’t I ever have anything to wear??
I’m standing in front of the mirror trying to decide on a shirt.
One is a deep red with a plunging neckline.
The other is a light blue that’s cute and flirty.
But I know neither would be flattering on my chubby frame.
I groan and toss them on the ever-growing pile of clothes behind me.
And then I collapse on it.
Before I can wallow any further in my self-pity…
My phone rings.
It’s a FaceTime call from my best friend, Dylan.
I accept the call…
And feel better when I see his friendly face.
He surveys the scene behind me.
Woah, did a tornado hit your room?
I’m dying.
Dylan sighs.
What is it this time?
I have nothing to wear.
Um, have you checked your floor?
Ha ha.
I have a date later…kind of.
That clears things up.
It’s not set in stone.
Jake said he might try to call after he gets back from lacrosse practice.
Dylan rolls his warm brown eyes.
What?
Might? Try?
What are you, a last resort?
He’s really busy!
Anyway, I’m glad you called.
I’m trying to find an outfit…
And I need a guy’s perspective.
I want something that says I’m daring and adventurous…
And maybe a little dangerous.
But you’re none of those things.
Your idea of a good time is wearing sweatpants…
And watching a Harry Potter movie marathon.
I know, but I don’t want Jake to know that!
I actually want him to like me.
But isn’t that the point?
To get him to like the real you?
I scoff at his naïveté.
Please, who would like the real me?
Dylan opens his mouth…
But I don’t give him the chance to say whatever smart comeback he was planning.
I hold up the two shirt options for him.
Okay, which one?
I don’t know…
I guess I’d have to see what they look like on you.
Ugh, fine.
Without thinking, I take off the shirt I’m wearing…
Leaving me in my floral-print bra.
Dylan coughs awkwardly.
Er, Maddie, you know this is a video call, right?
I freeze.
I can’t believe I just did that.
I let out a yelp and frantically pull my shirt back over my head…
Trying to shield my doughy body from Dylan’s view.
Oh my God, I’m so sorry!
Dylan tries to play it cool…
But I can tell by the faint flush of his cheeks that he’s a bit flustered.
Eh, it’s fine.
Nothing I haven’t seen before.
At this, I nearly drop my phone.
What?!
Dylan grins mischievously.
Remember when you used to go streaking through my backyard…
And then cannonball into the koi pond?
Oh my God, I was six!
It still counts.
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.
I’ll be right back.
I pick up the red shirt first…
Then step off to the side to put it on.
It’s very tight and difficult to get into.
But I like it because it sucks in all my tummy fat…
So I don’t look like I have a food baby.
I come back into the frame.
Okay, what about this?
Dylan scratches his chin reluctantly.
I don’t know.
You look…uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable?
That’s the adjective you’re going with?
I’ve never seen you wear it before.
If you must know, I got it from my mom’s closet.
It has a built-in corset.
Yikes.
Can you even breath?
Okay, what’s this about, Dylan?
Do you not like the shirt or something?
It just doesn’t seem like you.
Well, that’s perfect then.
I don’t want to look like me.
I want to look like the cool, skinny girls…
That Jake is always dating.
Not, you know, like some sort of bridge troll.
God, will you stop it!
I’m startled by his sudden outburst.
Jeez, I was just kidding.
You weren’t though, were you?
I—
I’m tired of you always putting yourself down, Maddie.
Go stand in the mirror and tell me what you see.
I don’t have time for this, Dylan.
Jake might call any minute.
Just do it.
I sigh, but reluctantly step in front of the mirror.
Now tell me what you see.
I shrug.
I don’t know.
A fat girl with bad hair and big feet.
Wow.
You really don’t see it, do you?
See what?
Yourself!
Someone who’s brilliant…
And can make me laugh so hard it hurts my stomach.
Someone who’s kind and supportive…
And who will always go out of her way to help a friend.
Someone who is absolutely beautiful…
Regardless of what she’s wearing…
Just as long as she’s happy.
I can’t help but break into a smile at his words.
Oh, right.
And someone who has a smile that lights up a room…
And makes me weak in the knees.
I look at Dylan in amazement.
Look, Maddie…
You don’t have to be thinner or prettier to impress Jake.
You just have to be yourself.
The real you, that is.
And if he doesn’t fall head over heels for the real you…
Then he’s a moron.
And he’s not worth your time.
Thanks, Dylan.
Any time.
We share a smile.
In that moment, it feels like he’s sitting right next to me…
And like we’re the only two people in the world.
So when I get a notification that says Jake is calling me…
I hit decline.
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