Published, BiFrost Literary Magazine - Grand View University

“Okay. Okay. Salt is out. That’s not so hard.” Opening her menu, shestarted to look through the selections but her sister took the menu from her.“Lettuce,” she said knowing her sister’s deep hatred for salad. “Nodressing.”“Lettuce?”“Four pounds in two days. There is only one way to do it. Nothing butlettuce.”“What about fruit? Apples? Berries.”Becca was shaking her head even as Lily spoke. “The complex sugarsbreak down and go straight to your hips. Nobody wants a model with a fatass.”Lily looked down at her waist then at her sister. “But you…”“And look at me. Sitting here with my baby sister who has an agentwithout even trying. I’m old and bloated. Listen to me, Lil. Let me guide you.”“Okay,” Lily breathed. “I’ll have lettuce,” she said unenthusiastically.Taking a breath, she nodded as she mentally prepared herself for thesacrifice. “What else?”“Do you know how models always have shiny hair?”“Yeah.”“Do you know how they get that shine? They don’t wash it,” Becca statedwhen Lily shook her head. “Really. They just don’t wash their hair. Makes itshiny and smooth.”Lily’s lips turned into an exaggerated frown. “That’s kind of gross.”“Well, being a model isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You don’t get to eat orwash. Or—“ she cut herself of when the waiter walked up to the table. “She’sjust going to have a bowl of lettuce. No dressing. I’m going to have the baconcheeseburger, extra fries and another margarita,” she instructed taking thestraw from the glass he sat in front of her. After a large swallow, she sat theglass down. “That is really good.”“Hey,” Lily protested.