Shallow Living.
She gazed at her two girls whilst they occupied themselves in the backyard. One was ever so Sunkist and blessed with lengthy limbs whilst the other secretly fumed in envy. Applying her routine makeup was accompanied by ocean views that matched her Tahitian blue eyes – her life seemed perfect.
As their father’s matte black Jeep rolled in the driveway, the siblings flocked inside to say hello to their daddy.
‘New hair darling, I like it’, the businessman whispered as he struck her glossy lips and grabbed her size 0 waist.
She radiated rays of joy; surprised her $450 new locks even caught his paltry attention span. He went on to bombard his children with smooches before slipping into his VB singlet and thongs as he impatiently waited for his wife’s Beef Stroganoff.
Once dinner had been served and the father crashed next to his empty beer bottle, the children flocked to their mother’s lap on the leather sofa.
‘Mummy, what’s that thing on your chest’, Penelope wondered.
‘oh darling, it was your father’s first gift to me when we met at the Debutante Ball’, tussling her diamond encrusted chest.
She went on to stress that if her pretty daughter continued to uphold a sweet image and learnt how to be a devoted housewife, she’d find someone,
‘Just as gorgeous and affectionate as your dad’, plaiting her daughter’s thick golden mane.
‘Where’s Candice’, Penny asked as her mother continued to style her hair.
She finally looked around to see where her chubby and less aesthetically appealing daughter was, unsurprised to catch her glaring at gleaming white lights.
‘Candice, we just ate’, her voice elevated, before whispering under her breath,
‘Gosh that girl can eat’.
Penny and her mother laughed as their stumpy family member retreated from the fridge to her room.
Penny continued to jump around the living room and her mothers back until a loud screech ruptured.
‘MUMMYYY, what’s that all over your back’
She jumped in shock assuming some freakish 8-legged creature was strangling her backside.
‘What is it darling?
’ she exclaimed in fear
‘All that fat on your back mummy I’ve never seen it before’, Penny naively replied.
Suffocated by shame, she became resentful by her daughter’s acknowledgement of her weight gain. She was in awe that her once toned and trimmed body had become the victim of blossoming love handles. Waves of confusion penetrated her mind, as she could not fathom why her low-carb diet in conjunction with her vigorous paving of the pavement had not assisted her. As she store at the mirror, tears were shed for her deterring self-confidence.
She needed answers.
‘Miss Bianca Wheeler’, the tall, luscious blonde nurse inquired.
Bianca, wearing what felt like maternity gear compared to the bodice dresses she typically donned followed the nurse.
‘Your test results came through, we know the reason for your rapid weight gain’
Bianca’s eyes fell like tree during a super storm, her heels began to click quicker than her pounding heart, she rubbed my silver texture in panic.
The nurse persevered with the heart wrenching news,
‘Unfortunately, you have been diagnosed with ‘Cashmere disease’,
Bianca’s neck felt like a convulsing tremor line.
‘The unpreventable weight gain can be attributed to this rare autoimmune condition which currently, has no cure’
Her heart broke. Looking at her growing legs, she waved goodbye to her favourite miniskirt. Once an embodiment of self-confident and beauty, she couldn’t brave the harsh lighting of her bathroom or a glimpse of her reflection. How could she tell her husband?
As time grew, so did her waistline. Lacking energy to get out of bed and play sandcastles on the beach with her girls, and attend fancy dinner dates with her husband, tore the family sideways. She had to quit her job as an accomplished secretary as she couldn’t bear the frequent acknowledgements of her rapid weight gain and inflammation. The only place she felt warmth and tenderness
was at the local cinemas on a Tuesday afternoon. She felt unjudged here, watching the sheer beauty of the actresses who captured the hearts of their male counterparts. She was constantly reminded of the romance her thyroid condition robbed her off, forcing her to sleep in another bed. She didn’t receive hourly messages of affection like before. She didn’t know her purpose anymore.
Returning home to find her husband’s early arrival, his anger was apparent.
‘I told you to have the house cleaned for tonight, what the f*** have you been doing for the last 3 hours’
Flustered in awkwardness, she quickly tried to lick the buttery smear off her mouth. She reeked of popcorn. He scanned his former beauty queen from top to bottom and struggled to come to terms with her physicality.
‘Bianca, I think it’ll be better if you go to the holiday house over the weekend’
Her temperature rising, cheekbones throttling, she wrestled with her impending tears.
‘Take the kids as well’
She took a lengthy, focused look at these surroundings for the last time.
Bianca raffled with me, stormed out of the house with her kids and reversed out of her Peugeot, which was becoming a squeeze.
Candice sprinted to her mum, with her big brown eyes sparkling as she squealed
‘Mummy, I still love you forever’
A cold shiver rushed through her spine, her veins engulfed in shallowness and vanity began to shrivel as she lengthened her swollen arms for a family hug.
‘and, mummy will ALWAYS love you, no matter what Candy’, she warmly grappled her second daughter that she had neglected for so long. Her seemingly regretful eyes began to whimper as she realised. Entrenched in layers of thick clothing to hide her apparent flaws, her sweaty and heated body was breathless. She took her jet-black sweater off and resurged in confidence.
‘I may have put on a few pounds, but I have raised two beautiful girls, have a 6 year university degree and a well-paying job and I can run a house’, she whispered to herself, afraid her children would hear.
‘Mummy, we don’t need daddy’, Penny exulted, adding
‘All he does is come home from work and go to sleep anyways’
Bianca cackled, mesmerised that her vanity and infatuation with a socially superior man had not rubbed off on her children.
She looked down at me once more, rolled her eyes repeatedly before speeding towards the highway to go to her parent’s house. As she paused at a red light, she tore my fragile self off her neck as I caught a glimpse of cold air. Bianca roared in excitement as she removed all connections to the man who robbed her of her individuality. She played the country station louder as she turned left onto the Castlereagh Highway. Shock appeared on her face as my body sat on the bed of her window. She tapped me repeatedly and suddenly I felt the cold of the highway ground.
‘Mummy, where we going’, Penelope asked as the sound of the Peugeot become increasingly distal.