Donning my over-sized GEM t-shirt and lime green tights, I skipped passed abuelo to show off my outfit. My clear jelly shoes were so pretty I wanted to show them off as well.
So I took a seat beside him and crossed my legs, making sure the sunlight hit them at the perfect angle. I watched him as he stared at the television. His natural frown deepening as the novela’s protagonist was fooled yet again. Suddenly, he turned to me, wrinkles inches away from my face, and grunted, “Pero tu te va morir de flaca!”
It’s been my nickname since before I knew how to say my name. It was also the cause of my teen-age insecurities. In high school, I was mostly bones and was often asked about my eating habits. Some even wondered if I was anorexic or bulimic. Till this day, I try not to use the rest room after I eat. Imagine their embarrassment when they dash into my toilet stall and catch me….brace yourselves…peeing!
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