The prettiest girl in the room might have four nipples and a gorilla arm
One of my best friends in the world is pretty much perfect. C is leggy, tall, thin but curvy with always-perfect blond hair and a gorgeous face. You want to hate her but she’s so incredibly genuine and nice, that you love her. She has a dry, self deprecating humor, and she’s super sweet. This is the girl who, on Halloween when I wanted to be a cowgirl, thought I wasn’t decked out enough so she dragged the huge box of Halloween stuff that she thought was neccessary to bring to her very small apartment so she could offer me a sheriff’s badge and the option of two guns (zebra or realistic). Everyone wants to be her, and sometimes when you’re around her, you feel a little insignificant, even though she barely seems to notice that everyone is looking at her.
So we were getting ready to go out and C was wiping her armpits with a towel in an extremely attractive manner so she wouldn’t have to shower when she opened her mouth and said, ‘I was just going to tell you guys something but it’s way too fucking weird.’ Naturally we’re all, ‘tell us more!’ because even though we’re in our early twenties we’re starved for excitement. C smiles, points to her tanktop and goes, ‘have I ever told you guys I have four nipples?’She had not. She goes into the whole story about these little things she noticed when she was a teenager and her doctor said they’re nipples because they’re on her milk line. I was all, ‘what happens when you get pregnant.’ She doesn’t want to know. On a roll, she explains that when she was little a dislocated shoulder never healed right, so she has one arm freakishly longer than the other so she never stands with them both hanging by her side. She says all this with a huge smile on her face, entirely unselfconscious, and that’s when I realizedthat’swhat makes her hot.
Then we all told each other about our weird body things - A has one pointy boob, mine are totally not the same size, C’s middle toe is absurdly longer than all the others. None of us are perfect. Some of us are part gorilla. For all you know, the girl you desperately want to be is staring at your toes thinking, ‘god, her toes are so normal. Why can’t I have them?’
