Flash Fiction: Late Bloomer

Genta Kalbu Tanjung

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“63 kg,” I sigh as I am looking down on at the scales. “I can do better,”

As I sit at the dinner table, I’m looking around my mother and sister are already there. Roasted chicken with sides of mashed potatoes and pasta salad, I choose to only eat the mashed potatoes and salad.

“Jani,” my mother calls “you haven’t touched your chicken, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m thinking about going vegan,”

Jana, my sister snorts, “Going vegan? Are you joking?”

“You know, this world would be a much better place if we stop exploiting animals,” I reply cynically.

“Mommy, do you believe her? There has to be something more than her sudden interest in making this world a better place,” she’s making fun of me.

“Are you planning to diet again, Janitra? You have lost enough weight already,” my mother asks suspiciously.

“I just want to be healthier. What is so wrong with that?”

Mother can read me like a book. But if she is still not sure, it’s showing but she lets it go and just lets out a heavy sigh.

The next morning I get up at 8 AM. As I am getting ready, I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is hard to maintain but I can go with that. My skin is dark and healthy. I pinch on my thigh,

“this needs a lot of work,” I think to myself.

As soon as I get there, I first meet the photographer. “You must be Janitra, you’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” I just give him a smile.

He then leads me to make up and wardrobe where I can see the other girls are already there. My anxiety kicks in, they are exactly how I thought they would be, tiny. I introduce myself to them, “Hi! You must be Keisha, I’m Janitra.” She doesn’t reply right away without examining me from head to toe, “Hello,” she replies.

The shoot starts and I keep overshadowing the other models,

“Jani, can you make yourself smaller?” asks Tony who’s the photographer. This really hits me.

As the shoot ends, we can take a break and head to the buffet. I see that the other girls don’t even touch the food, they just drink the protein shake that they brought. I lose my appetite all of the sudden because of that. I have to even eat less than that. I choose not to eat.

“Girls, come up here. There’s someone who wants to meet you,” Tony shouts.

As we’re walking toward the main table, I catch a glimpse of silver long hair. It’s Tonya Suri, the CEO of Max Models.

“Hello, girls. I am Tonya, my agency is recruiting new talents. When Tony here, said he’s doing a shoot I knew I had to check it out,” says Tonya as she’s examining each one of us.

Each one of us gets to speak to Tonya for a while until the time ends and she calls me in again.

“Janitra, do you want to be represented by Max?” I can’t believe what I hear, I am so happy I become speechless.

“Me? Why?” I ask in disbelief.

“Why? Because you have the most potential,

And you look the healthiest.”

“63 kg,” I sigh as I am looking down on at the scales. “I can do better,”

As I sit at the dinner table, I’m looking around my mother and sister are already there. Roasted chicken with sides of mashed potatoes and pasta salad, I choose to only eat the mashed potatoes and salad.

“Jani,” my mother calls “you haven’t touched your chicken, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m thinking about going vegan,”

Jana, my sister snorts, “Going vegan? Are you joking?”

“You know, this world would be a much better place if we stop exploiting animals,” I reply cynically.

“Mommy, do you believe her? There has to be something more than her sudden interest in making this world a better place,” she’s making fun of me.

“Are you planning to diet again, Janitra? You have lost enough weight already,” my mother asks suspiciously.

“I just want to be healthier. What is so wrong with that?”

Mother can read me like a book. But if she is still not sure, it’s showing but she lets it go and just lets out a heavy sigh.

The next morning I get up at 8 AM. As I am getting ready, I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is hard to maintain but I can go with that. My skin is dark and healthy. I pinch on my thigh,

“this needs a lot of work,” I think to myself.

As soon as I get there, I first meet the photographer. “You must be Janitra, you’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” I just give him a smile.

He then leads me to make up and wardrobe where I can see the other girls are already there. My anxiety kicks in, they are exactly how I thought they would be, tiny. I introduce myself to them, “Hi! You must be Keisha, I’m Janitra.” She doesn’t reply right away without examining me from head to toe, “Hello,” she replies.

The shoot starts and I keep overshadowing the other models,

“Jani, can you make yourself smaller?” asks Tony who’s the photographer. This really hits me.

As the shoot ends, we can take a break and head to the buffet. I see that the other girls don’t even touch the food, they just drink the protein shake that they brought. I lose my appetite all of the sudden because of that. I have to even eat less than that. I choose not to eat.

“Girls, come up here. There’s someone who wants to meet you,” Tony shouts.

As we’re walking toward the main table, I catch a glimpse of silver long hair. It’s Tonya Suri, the CEO of Max Models.

“Hello, girls. I am Tonya, my agency is recruiting new talents. When Tony here, said he’s doing a shoot I knew I had to check it out,” says Tonya as she’s examining each one of us.

Each one of us gets to speak to Tonya for a while until the time ends and she calls me in again.

“Janitra, do you want to be represented by Max?” I can’t believe what I hear, I am so happy I become speechless.

“Me? Why?” I ask in disbelief.

“Why? Because you have the most potential,

And you look the healthiest."

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