Chapters (67)
With shaking hands, I went to Instagram and chose a filter. This time I wouldn’t use black and white. This time it would be in full color. Because I was color. I was every single shade of an artist’s palette. And for the first time in my life, I wanted the world to see me like this. I took a deep breath and was just about to post the picture when I stopped. I lowered my fingers to the keyboard and typed #bodypositive.
Things I Like about Myself by Lori Palmer
I’m a good sister.
I’m a real artist (despite what Blackwell says!).
I, Lori Palmer, am officially good with parents!
I have a voice. There is power in my art.
I am brave!
I am a great kisser!
I’m a good friend (even if I don’t really want to be just a friend).
My voice can start a movement!
My body is a work of art!
I have great boobs. I mean . . . AHMAZING!
I am hot!
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WhatsApp Group: How You Doin’???
ANDILE: OMG, how gorgeous is that photo of you?
LORI: Thanks
GUY: Serious, how amazing do you look?
LORI: Okay, brace yourselves . . . because you won’t believe it
LORI: I am going to the dance ![]()
GUY: With JAKE?!?!
ANDILE: OMG!
LORI: No, not with him. With Thembi
LORI: Her boyfriend was cheating on her ![]()
ANDILE: As they always do
GUY: Don’t bring your crap into this Andile
LORI: What crap? What happened?
ANDILE: Well Mr. “I’m not gay” had another “I’m not gay” fling with Trevor
LORI: The saxophone player???
GUY: I am so tempted to say something about blowing a horn, but I won’t!
LORI: Ha-hah!
You just did!
ANDILE: Can we stop mocking my broken heart here and get back to the story please
LORI: Okay. Sorry. So Thembi broke up with the douchebag, so we said we would go together
GUY: When is the dance?
LORI: This Friday
GUY: Interesting . . .
LORI: What?
GUY: Will Jake be there?
LORI: Probably
My phone beeped while I was texting.
LORI: Hang on, it’s him
GUY: Ooooh
LORI: ![]()
JAKE: Hey
I checked Jake’s message.
My heart fluttered and I felt an instant blush.
LORI: Hi
JAKE: Nice Insta post
LORI: Thanks
There was a lull in the conversation, and I watched the little typing dots start and stop over and over again. I held my breath, waiting for the message that didn’t seem to come. And then when it did I felt disappointment.
JAKE: Did you see the pics from Natasha’s vigil?
LORI: I was there
JAKE: You did that
JAKE: You made the whole city come together like that
LORI: You helped
JAKE: Barely . . . that was all you
LORI: Thanks
There was another lull and I could feel him wanting to say something, and me wanting to say something and neither of us saying anything and then . . .
JAKE: You look beautiful