Curvy Girl Auditions 7 -

She wrote it down. Then she smiled—not the polite, close-mouthed smile I’d learned to dread. A real one.

In the mirror along the wall, I saw the other girls. They were all angles—sharp collarbones, knifelike hip lines, limbs that folded into neat, crisp shapes. Then I saw myself: the soft curve of my shoulder, the swell of my hip that refused to be anything but round, the full slope of my calf inside my dance shoe. curvy girl auditions 7