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Mona Awad

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13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl
Excerpt

She knows I’ve been coveting the von Furstenberg ever since I first stood on the other side of her shop window, watching her slip it over a white, nippleless mannequin, looping some ropes of fake pearls around its headless neck.  I didn’t know it was a von Furstenberg then.  I only knew it was precisely the sort of dress I dreamed of wearing when I used to eat muffins in the dark and watch Audrey Hepburn movies.  Before I knew brands, I’d make lists of the perfect dresses – and when I saw this dress it was like someone, perhaps even God, had found the list and spun it into existence.  Cobalt, formfitting, with a V in the front and one in the back.  Cute little bows all down the butt crack, like your ass is a present.  The sort of dress I’d wish to wear to attend the funeral of my former self, to scatter the ashes of who I was over a cliff’s edge.
 
“Can I try this on?” I asked her.

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