FAT

Atche sat on the bed waiting for Ceilya to finish dressing. Does this make me look fat? Ceilya asked.

Atche sat there and glared at her, thinking how dare she parade her little frame in front of a large woman and ask that question.

Atche managed to blurt out a lazy, No.


Are you sure? asked Ceilya quickly realizing that it was a mistake to confirm the unsatisfactory reply.


Too late. Atche was irritated. Fat peole are usually short about weight topics.

Why do you always ask that question? Atched snapped.


Ceilya poundered a minute, as if this was the first time she was met with this question.


Because I just want to know what makes me look fat, and I don't know what makes me look fat. Can you tell me? Ceilya, sounding like a 6 year old girl.

Atched looked at her once ugly duckling, now turned beautiful butterfly of a sister. She was standing there in her designer outfit at a negative size and Atche thought about all the times Ceilya carried her make-up kit during fashion shows. The times Ceilya waited on her during pageants. How Ceilya would help fix her hair everyday before school.

Atche looked at her beautiful sister and smiled inside knowing that she was beautiful no matter what she wore.


Hello? said Ceilya

I asked you What make me look fat? sang Ceilya


Atche took one look at her, got up and said. Fat.

What? asked Ceilya

Atche irritated again, started walking out of the room and yelling.

You heard me, I said Fat.

"Fat makes you look Fat."

No outfit in the world can make you look Fatter then Fat.