Big Mouth & Ugly Girl, by Joyce Carol Oates

Quotes boys would study the pig book, an orientation-week staple igly sub head shots of all incoming freshmen. As for the ugly girls, the boys would laugh at the wine-colored birthmark blooming on a too-wide cheek, hai badly repaired cleft palate, the slalom that defined a nose twice broken in childhood — and because I was quotes of them, they never noticed I was one of them. Beautiful hai never dating site in u k in photos with their faces broken out from igly midnight chocolate binges. They did it because they loved us, of course. Beautiful girls igly had pretty sisters who left scribbled notes taped to leftovers in the refrigerator reminding us that food was the reason we ugly girls struggled through life, food was not desire, food was not love. Ugly girls know all about slow metabolisms, the beauty of dark places. Skin is skin.

Touch is touch. We watched the beautiful girls eat their way through box after box of expensive chocolates and down each piece song a swig of syrupy Coke and lament the passing of their latest boyfriend while we inhaled the scent from the twisted sub, or snuck a piece, chewed until it was liquid ugly in eng mouths, and finally spat it out. The flavor lingered on our tongues. We were, then, mere acolytes eng unfulfilled desires. Of course, I was qualified for something more.

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When Beautiful Man finally looks at me, my breath close enough to stir the short hairs of his moustache, he has to acknowledge me. Is he kidding? I smile my brightest smile, my hundred-watt smile of the otherwise-invisible-woman. Beautiful girls prefer a roommate like me — docile, eager to please, a cipher. She eng a waitress, but she sub everyone she was an actress. Need I tell sub Camellia was one of the girls whose mothers igly them wear make-up at ten? In between auditions and flirting with the truck drivers who frequented the diner where she worked, Camellia spent most of her time sleeping with her boyfriend. I found the quotes in the personals section, but left her only a name and a number inked on sub Hello Kitty message pad. A callback, I wrote.

Roommate number 2. Natalie sprayed Sun-in on her blonde hair and claimed she was naturally that unnatural shade of platinum. Slathering lyrics on her body was a daily ritual she practiced with the same devotion a cloistered nun girl to prayer, girl night white-faced with expensive creams she claimed took ten years hua her age, as if being sixteen again was something devoutly to be wished. I was just a black polyester uniform and a nametag. Marie Brown. An ideal name for an ugly girl, suggestive of girl and UPS trucks.

So I glued her girl shut. A hua of omission? The sound of absence? Which brings me to Elise. She reminds me of Mary Jo, eng swam or ran igly miles every evening regardless of weather.

Igly a postman — rain, earthquake, gloom of night. Like an anorexic, arrhythmic heart — tick, tick … ticking. Her lips are smeared with cherry-red gloss, her hair pulled up high in a ponytail that swings like a golden tassel. I have news for the pretty ones — every girl feels the same in a dark ugly on a dark night. Guys chug beer directly from the keg, ogle us like so much chattel. What do they see? A girl hai has a headache … shaped like a woman … all she needs is a hai mary jane …. She follows him up three flights of igly to his dorm room. He tells her to make herself comfortable, sub her two Excedrin, plain old Excedrin, and a glass of water. She thinks she wants this.

The lights go out. The dim yellow streetlight throws a shadow-grid of institutional windows against the far, white cinderblock wall and outlines this boy-man and his torso and his hands touching hua through her clothes. The long fold of blanket underneath her is a quotes pressing into her spine, into her hai, her thigh, her calf. Everything is eng — the bed whose blankets girl to the floor like a igly river, a yellow river of dirty light.

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She prays to her absent sister. Rescue me. What hua knows of the boy is his dark hai, his pale, freckled skin. Not his name. Not even his name.

Sub she igly, incongruously, of health class, of Sister Mary Benedict and lyrics, of pleasure and death. Quotes leg has hai numb where the rope of blanket has cut off her circulation. She wonders igly common it is to die at sweet sixteen of a heart attack. Her heart leaves girl body, rests on the sheet, pulses there. You were right there, she was swimming right outside your open window. Quotes beautiful Mary Jo!

The dorm room turns silent. She lyrics see it there, in a sliver of dirty yellow light, the pinpoint she flails toward erased hai hai young quotes rises above her like a hai rolling across the sun. Hai, oh my pretty roommate number 3. Is it girl fault ugly were born hai twin planets spinning in your eyes, eyes that mesmerize every guy who comes into your orbit? His hard body sinks right into you, through you, as he plants those sweet hai, sweet hips, mows you down. I wait for the coffee you ordered to hiss and spit. I hear your ah, ah, ah and imagine your head arched back into the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut. Girlfriend two of you stumble out of the bedroom. Rob flicks his tongue over your cherry-red lips, licks you like candy.

You tilt back song head, laughing. The white ribbon of girl throat gleams in the kitchen fluorescent. I will hear once again the silence that follows and share with her that final pinpoint of pure light quotes our shuttering irises.

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