Proof Story

The Proof

It had all started mid-week, when my roommate, Rosy, and I began preparing for Linda's birthday's party…. The party was supposed to take place at a fashionable private club which was known about the celebrities who frequented it. This was the first time I had been invited to a club such as this. Linda was Rosy's best and oldest friend and they had known each other since kindergarten. I liked both Linda and Rosy, and I heard so much about this club, so I could hardly wait to go that place and be among friends.

Linda told us that she really doesn't want any gift from us beside looking great at her party. Rosy decided to diet until the party, only drinking a special cocktail which consisted of a lot of minerals and vitamins. I couldn’t understand this, as she had a beautiful, incredibly gorgeous body, which made me wonder why she had never considered modelling.

For me she chose a different kind of preparation. She knew I would not agree to stop eating until the party, so she arranged a day for me at a well known spa. At the spa, I had a wonderful treatment: a facial, manicure, pedicure and a nice haircut. All of that pampering didn't make me taller or thinner, but I definitely looked better afterward. My skin looked soft and creamy. My haircut accentuated those joyous sparkles in my eyes.

The day of the birthday party arrived, and after all the guests had gathered in our apartment, we walked to the club, where we joined a long queue of people waiting to get inside. After entering we immediately could saw dancing people. We haven't stay there, we continued to the first floor which was decorated to look like a Beverly Hills' mention's living room. At least to me it looked like that. There were many small tables and very cozy sofas. We chose a nice corner place, I sit down and Rosy together with Linda went back to the dance floor, living with me their purses.

We stayed there until well after midnight. and I really enjoyed myself.

Yes, I really enjoyed myself. When the place feels right for me, I feel good. I'm not insecure, as short, fat people are expected to be. People might like to hear that I feel inadequate, but I don't. Perhaps if I did, people would sympathize more with me.

A few days later, while Rosy and I were watching TV, the phone rang. Rosy answered the phone and after talking into it for some minutes she handed the receiver to me. She told me that Taylor, the owner of the club we had been at a few days ago would like to talk to me.

'I'm being sued for discrimination,' Taylor said. 'People are alleging I only allow tall, slender, beautiful ladies in the club. I need you to help me. You have to tell them that you were here. You're short, fat and ugly. You're my proof.'

I felt like I had been punched. I may not be thin, but I have never been ugly. This man was so obviously shallow, he couldn't separate my body from my face. I would have loved to hear him say, "You are beautiful as you are, but my business is in trouble, and I need your help." But, kindness wasn't on his agenda.

In spite of his rudeness, I was willing to consider his request. I like helping people out. I had enjoyed being in his club, and was looking forward to going there again. Having people consider me short and fat doesn't bother me, so I said into the phone. "Okay I'll testify," and posed a little. Then added: 'I will help you out with one condition. If you agree that I
could state that I'm not ugly, I would be pleased to do you the favor.'

After pondering this for a few moments, Taylor begrudgingly said, "Okay, I can live with that."