6:00 m. I hadn't been up this early in a long time, not by choice anyway. These days, I slept whenever I got the chance; mostly to avoid the world outside and everyone in it. My alarm wasn't due to go off for another hour and a half, but there was no way I was going back to sleep. Today was here! I was jittery with excitement and had to refrain myself from jumping up and down and screaming with joy. Instead, I slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I tried to be as quiet as I could since Laura was still sleeping. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and popped in one of my favorite movies. At least it would tide me over for the next 90 minutes.
Just as the movie ended, I heard Laura's alarm go off.
"Morning," she mumbled as she stumbled into the living room.
"Good morning!" I said cheerfully.
She flopped onto the couch and smiled at me.
"It's finally here!" we almost screamed in unison.
Our brains were cool like that, synced up sometimes to be thinking, or saying, the same thing.
"I'm gonna shower. Help yourself to whatever you'd like for breakfast," I said.
She nodded sleepily and I headed off to the bathroom. I was normally the type of person who took the shortest showers possible; get in, get out. But I found myself daydreaming this morning. What if we ran into the boys before the show? Or after? What if they actually noticed our signs? Or us? My mind reeled with the possibilities. And even thought many of them, well most of them, were completely unrealistic, I couldn't help but hope. Hope had become my new best friend and I liked that. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 8:15 am. Holy shit! I thought. I'd been in the shower for 45 minutes! How the Hell did that happen?! Curse my overactive imagination. I quickly dried off and threw on my robe, knowing Laura still needed to shower before getting ready.
"All yours," I said, walking into the living room.
"What took you so long?"
We both started laughing.
"I'm going to get dressed," I smiled.
Laura nodded at me as she headed for the bathroom. I went to my room and started getting ready, carefully applying every dab of makeup. Once finished with that, I pulled my dress out of the closet and slid it on. I was instantly dismayed by the pouch of fat I saw jutting out from my stomach. I thought I'd lost 15 pounds! Apparently not, or at least not in the right places. I tore the dress off and threw it on my bed. I could never go to the concert in that. People would stare, and not in the good way. Besides, should Laura and I have any luck with the boys they'd instantly turn away from me. Guys like them didn't associate with girls like me: fat, ugly, disgusting. I started crying then, more out of frustration than anything. I'd tried so hard to be beautiful, to be perfect, and still looked like the same atrocious woman I saw in the mirror every morning. Who was I kidding? No guy would ever be interested in this tub of lard. Mark certainly wasn't; certainly boys like those in One Direction wouldn't be. I crumbled to the floor and lay in a heap sobbing. That's how Laura found me a few moments later.
"What's wrong?!" she asked, worried.
"I'm too fat for that dress," I sobbed, "I did a cleanse, I've been taking diet pills, and I'm at the gym all the time; I still look so gross."
"I doubt that."
"No, really, I do."
I heard her sigh.
"Fine," I retorted, "I'll show you."
I stood up and wiped my tears away. I saw all my makeup smeared in the palm of my hand. Great. There's 30 minutes I'll have to redo. I shook my head, grabbed the dress off my bed, and slipped it on. I turned to Laura and flapped my arms out to the side, "See? It's awful."
I started pinching and prodding at all the fat in my torso, making sure Laura saw exactly what I did. Although, how could she miss it? It was all there, all my fat, poking out and screaming aloud how grotesque I was.
"Look at all this!" I started crying again. "Beautiful girls don't have this. Beautiful girls have flat stomachs, not rolls of fat."
"You don't have any 'rolls of fat', Tiffany. Really. The dress looks awesome."
"I can't wear it," I reiterated.
"Okay. So...what are you going to wear then?"
"I don't know. I don't have anything else neon. Maybe...maybe I just shouldn't go."
Laura huffed. I could tell she was getting annoyed.
"You did not pay $200 to not go. I did not fly down here to go by myself. You are going. Wear the damn dress, fix your makeup, and smile. You're beautiful, dammit!"
I smiled through my tears at my bets friend. Her pep talk was kind of working, but I still wasn't convinced. She started tapping her foot impatiently and I couldn't help but laugh at her obvious annoyance.
"Okay, okay," I succumbed, "I'll wear it."
With that, she stomped out of my room, presumably to get ready herself. I looked back in the mirror and frowned again. I tugged and pulled at the tight fabric, hoping it would shape better to my body. Or, better yet, that my body would morph into the perfection I needed it to be. Neither happened. I groaned in defeat. I really didn't have anything else to wear, so I guess I'd have to be a hippo in a mini dress. Lovely I sighed to myself. I set about reapplying my makeup, slipped on my shoes, and went out to the living room.
"Finally ready?" Laura asked.
I nodded. I took a look at my best friend and smiled.
"You look awesome!" I exclaimed. She really did, outfitted in jeans, a hot pink tank top, and flip flops. It was casual and subtle, but worked well on her.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"Shall we?" I asked, grabbing my purse and keys off the kitchen counter.
We headed for the door and climbed into my car, heading out on what I hoped would be some sort of magical adventure.