Ass-istance

Transmitter wrote this just before lunchtime:

Bright Yellow Dress

The other day I was outside the changing rooms at Forever 21 waiting for my love to try on some clothes. And, as the name of the store implies, the regular clientele appear to be trapped more in a young mindset than a young body type. During the wait, a helpless girl needed assistance: “Does my ass hang out of this dress? Does the color look okay on me?”

She was trying on a short yellow party dress, bright, bright yellow. The contrast of the sunshine yellow against her fake-baked brown skin looked like corn kernals in shit. I wanted to tell her that no one will even notice her ass. I wanted to dive across the room (screaming “nooooo” in slow motion) and save her from a terrible fashion faux pas. I wanted to stop the sales people that came to her aid from telling her that she looked great in it.

Instead I just sat there and tried not to cry. I am weak. I should have helped her.

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3 Responses to “Ass-istance”

  1. alacrity Says:

    the whole time i was trying on clothes listening to that conversation i just wanted to scream, “alex tell her if she looks okay in the fucking dress.”

    i was too afraid to look myself since all she kept talking about was her ass and i assumed (since she was that concerned about it) that it was ass i did not want to see.

    i regret not looking now.

  2. Oda Says:

    it’s hard not to overhear cries of acceptance- they’re everywhere.

  3. wannabe Says:

    I’m so bored with that dress already- it’s time for something this season please.

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