So my youngest sister was going through my old prom gowns – and Ming’s – to decide whether any of them suited her better than the one she bought recently. She decided that she liked my very first one (which I can’t wear now without feeling mighty uncomfortable and I cannot remember how on earth I managed it back in 2004 – was I that much thinner then? D: ) and surveyed herself in the mirror for a good long while.
Me: Hmm, it fits you.
Yan: Yeah, because I’m fat.
(About two seconds of silence in which Ming and I stare at her and the implication of her words sinks into her mind.)
Yan: NOOOOOO, I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!
*digs out old sketch of the dress*