The sun touched my skin like fingers of some very kind God, warming, invigorating. I used to like foreign countries because of the snow and the cold, because it engaged on social networks and turned an ordinary photo into something beautiful and enviable. But the warmth of my own country... The way climate change was drastic and unexpected, I would never stop loving it. My skin was white, but it was usually tanned, because clothing brands preferred skins in that tone to contrast with the pieces, unlike the catwalks that always preferred pale and very thin models.I would never have become a model if the world had not changed, if people had not realized that being fat or being short did not change the fact that I could represent a brand very well. Only, even in the face of these changes, a lot of prejudice existed around the patterns of ideal bodies. I've never tried to lose weight, I've never had surgery, or applied something to make my face more angular. All my traits were natural, g
Joana laughed, but she stopped when she saw my expression of a few friends. I loved my sisters. I lived with them even though I had money to live quietly alone and even in another country. But sometimes, especially when it came to relationships, they irritated me. We all had our intimate problems that influenced our love lives. Joana, the sister who was born two years after my birth, had no relation to men or women since I knew her by people. I even had a suspicion that she was a virgin, even with twenty-six years on her back.Janine and Julie, the twins who were most recognized by social networks in the last five years, were those who never spent more than a week without a new boyfriend. It never lasted. It always ended on the eighth day, and on the ninth they were already with another. Jackie was also decadent at this point, despite being the one among us with the kindest and cutest face "attributes that I always thought had been acquired because she was the youngest", it was still
Emilia and Henrique left before lunch, but Emilia returned a few minutes later because she said that her mother was not at home, and that her stepfather was already getting drunk. I didn't have the courage to say that I didn't want her there, even if being with Emilia for a long time in my house wasn't something that any neighbor would accept very well. My luck is that I always had a good relationship with everyone, even with Mrs. Cláudia from the apartment next to mine, who in addition to being the biggest gossip in the whole neighborhood, was still the person that all the residents always knew she kept looking day and night through the magic eye of her door to know what the neighbors were doing.Any noise, any furniture being dragged, and Mrs. Cláudia could tell with all certainty what was actually happening. At least having her in our building gave us security to travel or spend long hours away from home, since the woman was better than a dog and more efficient than an alarm. I ope
"Thank you, Emi, it's improving my self-esteem a lot," I mocked as I passed her, returning to the bathroom. He was small enough that she didn't even want to approach the door, but she stopped in the hallway and kept judging me, going down and raising her eyes through my body in that damn tight outfit. I rolled my eyes when I looked at myself in the mirror. "She has every reason to not want anything to me and to have deceived me. How could I think she had given me the real number?”"Don't think like that, friend," asked Emilia. "You don't even know if she was really just interested in making fun of your face, or do you? I doubt it's that. She may be wanting to help you with your fashion issue... Or, I don't know, maybe she talked to someone in the station's studio and they said good things about you.”I laughed and echoed all over the apartment. If there was one thing those people on the station wouldn't say, it would be about me. They hated me for no reason. They would never say good
"Girls, let's be a little calmer," said Joana, being sensible. The family lawyer. She stopped smbling and turned to watch us. "You act as if we were going to rob a bank, when we just want to have fun in the most discreet way possible.”"We are running away from home," argued Jackie, bothered by the situation. It was nothing new to anyone that she was always the most centered among all the sisters, that should be why she was our mother's favorite. She got up from my house, after buckled her boots to her knees. "And we are famous... The chance of kidnapping, robbery, murder, and quartering is quite great, you know?”Running away from home for a night out would have been very easy, if we weren't famous, we didn't have a large team of employees at home, social networks that needed to be updated, and a business mother who always had to know where we were and the reason for that. But, as we were nothing like that, it was very difficult to find a plan to prevent our mother from following us w
Lionel Jones was his name. Brother of my late father, and family lawyer. He was always involved in meetings, whether they were professionals or family members. He was that kind of uncle that no one liked to have around. Embarrassing, unnecessary and unkind. He did not have the same physical size as all of us, and he always had the right to say that we needed to reduce the amount of food in our meals.A hell of an asshole. My mother was his hostage, like all of us. Our father did the unfortunate favor of including his brother in his will, so he was practically our tutor until we went to court to prevent that. He never caused us problems, so we never involved a jury. But the man knew how to be a real pain in the ass.At the time of our arrival, he watched as Joana closed the door and approached. He always tried to make my sister lawyer, really liking the fact that she was the only one to follow in our father's footsteps, and his own. But she didn't make a point of sounding delicate or g
Even though it was a Sunday, if it weren't for the rain that fell in the city in a totally unexpected way that night, that nightclub would certainly not be so empty.I used to work at that place until shortly after midnight, but the house remained in operation until four o’clock in the morning. Those who stayed until later, taking two shifts and only stopping after closing, were the ones who received more. But I had to be at the station at eight o'clock, and never, since I knew me for people, had had eight hours of full sleep, so I didn't even risk getting that terrible time. However, just to have something to do with and not think about Jessy, I accepted the worst shift at the bar.I was surprised by a nightclub without so many customers on the usual weekends. The rain had that power to scare people away. It was very good, seen on the one hand, since I didn't even have to bother doing more than just washing glasses. The club employees were a little nicer than those at the station. At
The idea gave me goosebumps. Not that Poliana was ugly or unpleasant to contemplate. She was a beautiful, thin and tall woman. It wasn't my type, but even so, it was still someone who caught the attention of all the novices in the nightclub. Her problem was her character. The woman simply scattered around the four corners of the nightclub all the most depraved details of her experiences between four walls - and experiences with our colleagues from that work. She didn't have the slightest sense of ridicule, and still embarrassed everyone with her obscene descriptions. I wouldn't mind getting involved with her just because we work together, but thinking that she could go out talking about me like that... I didn't like that at all.I wasn't religious, but sex was a delicate subject. I couldn't accept people who talked about their tricks in bed to embarrass the one who shared them. It was immature, and almost like a betrayal, even worse. Sex makes us vulnerable, it is something confidenti