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KIT REED

MOMMY NEAREST

Don't hit my hand away!"

"Mo-o-m!" She is tying a fucking ribbon in my hair.

"Tammy, dammit, smile!" In spite of the bonding, Mom's teeth are turning yellow.
After all, she's practically ninety which sucks, because I'm only sixteen. But
hey, she looks all buff in the string bikini, tan as a Moroccan camel saddle,
your aggressive size four, check out the Universal Trainer biceps and gleaming
six pack abs. The woman is oiled like a piece of antique furniture, which is
what she is, while I bob along the beach in pink like a captive balloon.

Smile? "No way!"

She keeps running at me with the bow ribbon. "Shh, they're watching. Hold
still!" Welcome to my morn. Regard the tummy tucks, butt lifts, herbal body
wraps, hair weave, botulism shots to chill the wrinkles, laser peels, the woman
is a miracle of technology. Older than the Aztec gods and she hits the beach
like Baywatch is in its first season and she is the new star. You know those
prom corsages you smoosh into books and a hundred years later they're still
there but they're all shriveled and flat? Well that's my mom. It is obscene.

I hiss back at her. "I don't care." I am yet another miracle of technology,
about which more when I am feeling stronger. Right now I'm battling the hair
ribbon. She keeps coming at me, moving her mouth like you do when you're trying
to get a baby to swallow something it doesn't want. "Leave me alone!"

She wails, "After everything I've done for you!"

"You mean fucking done to me!" These clothes! Pink jellies and this fucking
ruffled playsuit, way gross, and she is all, it's slenderizing, whatever that's
supposed to mean. What it means is, I'm supposed to look twelve, which in pink
candy stripes, I do. You know, one more magic appliance, like the lipo and
implants and collagen. She's all, Accessorize. Like, check out your look --
sequined headband, mylar bikini, fat kid.... The woman looks like Barbie on
Ultra Slim Fast in the bikini, while I could be Mr. Poppin' Fresh on steroids.
Or Mrs. Poppin' Fresh, if there is a Mrs. Poppin' Fresh, one more part of her
total look. "I hate these clothes!"

Her Sicilian Sunset mouth begins to tremble. "You look lovely."

"I look fat."

"Pleasingly plump."
"Fat!" I look like an albino watermelon, and she knows it too. I am clawing at
the ruffles on my front. The ugly truth is Evelyn locks me in my room a lot,
along with my old buddies Mrs. Fields and Ben&Jerry's and SaraLee to keep me