Does This Boyfriend Make My Butt Look Big?
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Jenna McCarthy
Jenna McCarthy is an internationally published writer, TED speaker, former radio personality, and the author of several books including If It Was Easy They’d Call the Whole Damn Thing a Honeymoon: Living with and Loving the TV-Addicted, Sex-Obsessed, Not-so-handy Man You Married and the forthcoming I’ve Still Got It, I Just Can’t Remember Where I Put It: Awkwardly True Tales from the Far Side of Forty. (What? She likes long titles. It’s not a crime.) Her first coauthored middle grade fiction series Maggie Malone and the Mostly Magical Boots debuts in May 2014 and will be followed by two children’s picture book series. Her work has appeared in more than 60 magazines, on dozens of Web sites, and in several anthologies including the popular Chicken Soup series. Jenna likes it when you like her on Facebook.com/JennaMcCarthyWrites and follow her on Twitter @JennaWrites. You can read about the time she was escorted out of her office by a cop and see her in the bathtub on www.jennamccarthy.com.
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Does This Boyfriend Make My Butt Look Big? - Jenna McCarthy
Prologue
Something isn’t right. We are standing in a cold, windowless room that looks like my school cafeteria, only there’s no food here. I know because I checked. Maybe the fat women ate it all, I think. There are dozens of them, spilling over their metal folding chairs and chatting quietly, the soft flesh under their chins wiggling like Jell-O. We find two empty seats near the front of the room, and that’s where we sit: my slim, former beauty queen mom and boy-bodied, bird-legged, prepubescent me.
A lady dressed like a nurse enters from a side door and steps to the front of the room. When she clears her throat, all the Jell-O chins stop wagging. I sit breathlessly, my fingers clenched around Malibu Barbie’s miniature waist. The nurse, who apparently has a broken mouth because she doesn’t smile and barely moves her lips when she talks, begins calling names. Each time she does, a woman stands and lumbers to the end of her row, amid a lot of ’Scuse me
s and Sorry ’bout that
s. One by one, they trundle to a stage at the front of the room. On the stage, the nurse is manning a big metal contraption.
Someone’s grandmother steps up onto it and the sound of clanking metal echoes through the room. One-seventy-eight!
announces the nurse in a booming voice. No loss, no gain. Still 36 to go.
I realize that the contraption is a scale. Our scale at home doesn’t look like that. It’s a small flat padded thing that says 51 or 52 in box numbers whenever I step on it. Mom and I get on it every Saturday morning. Not together, of course. That would mess everything up.
Polite clapping ripples through the room. Barbie jumps up and down on my tiny thigh, her hair swishing like a horse’s mane, her disco skirt fluttering up to reveal an audacious absence of panties and an anatomical incorrectness I don’t quite understand.
A frizzy-haired lady who looks like our housekeeper steps forward. One fifty-five!
the nurse bellows. Two more down, exactly ten from goal!
The room breaks into thunderous applause, which sends me straight into my mother’s lap. She laughs when I land there, then gently pushes me back into my seat.
Mom?
I ask.
Not now, Abby,
she whispers, standing. It’s her turn. I watch her glide up to the scale and step on.
The blonde nurse gasps. One-twenty-five!
she shouts. That’s goal!
The crowd goes wild. The fat women struggle to their feet, some of them actually crying, all of them shouting and clapping. A throng storms my mother, surrounding her and hugging her ferociously. By this point, the whole mess of them are blubbering uncontrollably. The one-time Miss Manhasset has been granted a new title. Barbie and I size up the competition and decide it’s not much of an honor.
In the car on the way home, I wait for my mom to explain what I have just witnessed, but she just drives along, singing Bye, bye, Miss American Pie,
softly and smiling like an idiot. Finally I can’t stand it anymore.
Mom—
I begin, raking my fingers through Barbie’s tousled hair.
Yes, Abby?
"Why were those women crying and