Scene 8

(The lights come up with the two chairs downstage C, slightly apart and diagonal to the screen and small metal table upstage C. Emily and Natalie are sitting in the chairs, Emily the L chair and Natalie the R. They are sitting in their pj's and painting their nails.)

(excited)

Emily:

You know how Mom sent us each presents from Paris? She knows how much I love art.

(They look up at screen, a portrait of a curvy woman in a red satin dress standing outside the Moulin Rouge.)

Emily:

Isn't it beauti-

Natalie:

Eww… Sorry Em, but, I mean, it's my two year anniversary. I can't stand to look at that right now.

(stops smiling)

Emily:

Oh r-right, sorry Nats. I should have remembered.

Natalie:

No, its okay, I shouldn't have gotten so riled up. It's just the date, you know. I mean I consider it a celebratory day but looking at that really crashes everything.

Emily:

But why do you...never mind.

Natalie:

Wait, what?

Emily:

Well…do you have to celebrate it? Is it really something to celebrate?

(Silence. Natalie stands up and starts to pack up her nail polish.)

Emily:

I'm sorry-

Natalie:

-No need to be sorry Emily. I don't really expect you to understand. You will soon enough but you don't now. Gosh two years now? I was in 8th grade when I decided to make this choice, decided to take the initiative and fit into my clothes for once.

(Emily nodded and as Natalie takes her chair and moves it further stage R. Emily stares once again up at the painting.)

(quietly)

Emily:

I've always hated today.

(The image clears and Emily moves her chair further stage L and sits down as Natalie stares as the space above her chair as if it's a mirror, and turns, tugging at her stomach. On the right side of the screen a video is playing of what Natalie sees in the mirror, a larger distorted version of herself and she is visibly disappointed. On the left side of the screen we see a video of Emily sitting down in the chair and writing in a journal. Emily looks to left, mimes talking to a the therapist)

Emily:

She started two years beforehand and it always freaked me out.

Natalie: (thoughts)

God I can't believe I still look like this.

Emily:

She joined the swim team and just was unsatisfied by how she looked in that suit.

Natalie: (thoughts)

I can't believe I have all this fat.

Emily:

I couldn't say anything to convince her otherwise.

Natalie: (thoughts)

It's been 2 years and this is what I look like? How does anyone stand to look at me?

Emily:

We're sisters and still she wouldn't listen to me.

Natalie: (thoughts)

I mean god I look so disgusting, my legs look like sausages and….all that cellulite.

Emily:

Part of her disappeared from me that day and I'm not sure I ever got it back.