Just 16 and Almost 25
Finding life in the dismal summer of 1987.
I earned an audition for a company in San Francisco a month earlier when I was a solid B cup. Now, after losing three more pounds, I was still pushing a full C. My genetics were pulling me away from the only dream I knew existed. A woman with a flat chest and a thick blonde mustache asked me to give my audition spot to another physically better-suited girl.
I should give up my barre for a pole if I wanted to pursue a career in dancing. Perhaps a drama team might be an artful use of my talents. I was shocked to the point of mutism. I ran out to my waiting carpool and tried to process all she said.
My mother was on her way to Vegas with one of her boyfriends while her fourth husband was busy at a biker run. It was a perfect time for me to have an early life crisis.
The following is an excerpt from Chronicles of a Valley Girl.
Being the last to arrive for a sleepover is never ideal. Everyone has broken into clicks, the pizza is gone, and the parents are frazzled. Lisa lived in Turlock’s rural area but went to a Modesto school with me so she could avoid attending high school with her white-trash cousins.
I arrived after my mother’s errands and straight from Ballet. I didn’t mention the disturbing conversation I had with my Ballet instructor…
