after reading that there was a StorySlam in LA coming up I would not able to attend, and watching some on YouTube....I decided to start storytelling...or try it rather
So there we were. My cousin and I in all our desert girl glory. Summer was on it's way and we were outside in the backyard playing some water, that meant there was mud. We had one last summers clothes that had gotten too small. Her stomach was showing as was mine. We were laughing and I could barely see through my wet, muddy thick glasses.We were laughing so hard because we were slipping in the mud and I fell.
My mom steps out of the big sliding glass door. She was still slender after two kids. She stood there all five foot four of her with her hands on her curvy hip "Suck in your stomach! Boys don't like girls with fat stomachs!" We stopped dead in our little eight and nine year old tracks. Was this true? Would my movie crush Anthony Edwards not give me the time of day when I am old enough to date? Would I never get to run my hands through his soft light hair? Oh dear God what was I thinking being eight years old and letting my stomach come undone? My cousin laughed, she was much more mature, she had already kissed a boy. "I already have a boyfriend" She said matter of factly and turned her ass at my mom. I stood there trapped between the tension. It was killing me. My mom looked at me knowingly and I knew I had better suck in my stomach.