I glanced up at the large poster. Was that really me? Was I really that confident, exotic beauty that was portrayed on the movie poster?
“I think it’s unflattering,” my manager, Terry Lee, snapped.
“But-”
“I’ll have to see if they can make you thinner,” Terry Lee said. She had a sharp, commanding voice. She placed a manicured hand on her lean hip and turned around, her black straight hair was perfect. She walked out of the room.
I glanced down at my own stomach. The confident feeling I had was gone. Vanished.
I wasn’t a fat girl. And I was talented and beautiful. And Terry Lee always thought there was something wrong. Boy sometimes I felt as if I wanted to stand up, grab her clipboard and throw it across the room. I wanted to yank her arm and break it like a toothpick. She was so annoying.
I leaned back on the purple couch and closed my eyes and thought back to the good old days- when I was just undiscovered talent.