I moved back to California, but this time moved down to southern California. My brother, Papo, I didn’t know anyone in Los Angeles. I didn’t have friends or family to hang out with that we made plans with his friends, who were our next door neighbor. On November 6, 2008 was a warm night that changed my life. It was decided to go out with my brother, Papo, and his friends, Candice and Tuesday. Without knowing my brother planned to invite extra person to come along with us to the bowling lanes. “Hey, I invited Candice cousin, Erik, to come along with us.” Papo said. I knew something was up because of the look he had on his face that he was up to something. “And” I said. “And what.” Papo said.” And why did you invited him for?” I said with a scared but excited look on my face. …show more content…
I sit there in my shy blue, light purple room think why did my stupid brother do this for me and what the hell was I going to put on. I saw Erik couple time, going next door to his cousin house, he was 5’11’’, and 195 pounds, high yellow skin tone, buff arms and it look like he works out every day. So the hell was I going to put on to look sexy but nice. I grad a nude, V-neck t-shit that showed a little skin, with dark blue, skinny jeans that were tight on my hips and butt. I put my hair down, and I had put on some makeup but not much. For the first time I was scare to go
I did not have the perfect body. I suddenly became aware of my appearance and made sure I wore makeup every day, especially on days I had Art I with Eric. Before every class I would brush my hair and put on lip gloss in order to try and fit in. To grab Eric’s attention I thought I had to wear clothes that made me appear slimmer and live up to society’s expectations of beauty. Pipher defines this as “lookism, which is the evaluation of a person solely on the basis of appearance” (346). Every time I talked to Eric I assumed he was judging me by the way I looked and not by my personality or values. I constantly felt like I was not good enough and that my body type was not the kind that guys found attractive. Pipher states that girls “sense the pressure to be someone they are not” (346). Every day I walked around acting in a play where I could not be myself. The more I put forth an act the more I felt that I did not fit in. Adolescent girls find themselves “vulnerable to the hurricane” (346) of judgement and predetermined expectations of women. After a while, Eric finally gave me the attention I longed for and we started to date. I had never been in a relationship before and I never knew how much tension it would cause between me and my
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“Nice to meet you Johnson.” His voice, clear and deep. His handshake, strong. He leans over and whisper in my ear, “We’re going to bust this case wide open.”
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