This is pretty much what happened too, word by word...
Featherweight
by Valeska
There was a big family gathering. I think it
was my father’s birthday party. We have a large family, both my parents have a
got a lot siblings so the room was filled with uncles and aunts. Most of them
hadn’t seen me in a while so I got a lot of these annoying sentences like “look
how or little girl has grown”, or the even more annoying pinches in the cheek.
I was 11 years by the time, and I wondered if ever a child at any age would
have liked that.
One of my uncles I liked very much though. He
was my mother’s older brother. He wasn’t married or had children of his own,
which was very unusual in our family. I supposed he saw something like his
substitute child in me, and he treated me accordingly.
My uncle lifted me up to hug me.
“My god you are still light as a feather. Are
your parents giving you anything to eat at all?”
He was just teasing of course, my mother is a
wonderful cook, but the energetic child that I was burned every calorie that
was stuffed into her.
“I do weigh 56 lbs already.”
I said it kind of with pride, as this were the
days when 11 year old were not already anorexic.
“Can’t be, when have you last weighed
yourself?”
“Uhm... last week.”
“Then go cheek again... I’ll bet you a candy
bar that you don’t weigh more than 55 lbs now.“
“OK.”
With a smile I went upstairs, in best hopes to
win the bet. The scales were in the bathroom, it was an old model with a dial
moving as you stepped on it. For fun I would jump on it hard to try to get it
to hit the maximum of 240 lbs. Standing still it would show much less that day,
but enough to win me a candy bar.
Satisfied I announced the result to my uncle:
“57 lbs.”
“Really? Can’t be! Did you get on that scale
wearing those shoes and that pretty dress of yours?”
“Uhm... sure. Why?”
“Because they weigh at least 4 lbs, so you are
only 54 lbs, you lose.”
“No! I’ll prove it to you.”
I heard my uncle laughing loud as he had
managed to upset me again and I run off back to the bathroom. I couldn’t deny a
certain logic in his words though, my clothes must way something, the question
was only how much.
So back in the bathroom I took off my shoes and
my socks, took off my dress, and my panties. Completely nude I nervously got
back on the scale, and waited with big eyes for the new result.
Excited by the result I run back downstairs and
triumphantly exclaimed:
“56 lbs. Even nude!”
To prove my point I didn’t redress. So at 11
years of age, but without any signs of womanhood, I am standing completely
naked in a room with about 30 of my parents friends and relatives.
The noisy room that was filled with chatter and
laughter turned dead silent within the blink of an eye. Everyone was staring at
me. But still blessed with childish innocence, I didn’t think anything about
it.
My uncle was the first one to regain his voice.
“That’s great dear. You win.”
Joyfully I left and walked back up the stairs
to get dressed again.
As I returned nobody talked to me about what
had happened. Looking back I guess they had no other topic though when I had
left the room. What weird child my parents must have raised.
My uncle gave me a candy bar, and we talked a
little more.
“You know, if you like you could spend the
summer holidays at my farm.”
I really liked my uncle.
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