“Does this dress fit me well?” Kylie asked.
“Yes, it does,” Elliot replied, looking away as he said so.
There were plenty of times Elliot gave his girlfriend, Kylie, an honest answer, but today, he felt it’d be better to do just the opposite. Not for my sake, but for hers, he thought to himself. He told himself some more, we’ve been fighting all week. If I tell her that her dress doesn’t fit her well, she may take it as an insult, and then I may be sleeping alone tonight. It looks fine. It’s a dress. It’s not life or death.
The couple, along with Kylie’s family, were off to a fashion gala.
Kylie, a 23-year-old model, recently lost fifty pounds, moving from working as a plus-sized model to a regular sized curvy model, and, in her newly weighted body, never could tell how she looked in the mirror. At least two inches of cloth material gave way to her movements: way too much for a model to wear, as it indicated that the model couldn’t style and fit herself.
As Kylie began to walk to the door of her parent’s house, her sister, Monica, saw the model’s unfitting dress and instantly spoke up, “Kylie, that dress is way too big for your body. We need to find you a new dress,” Monica motioned for Kylie to follow her to her closet, as they now both wore the same size.
Kylie turned around, glared at Elliot, and then followed Monica.
Elliot cursed to himself and sat down in the living room with Kylie and Monica’s father, Ronald.
Ronald, who witnessed the scene verbally as he read a book of poetry through it, looked up at Elliot, knowing that the young man wanted to say something to him.
“I probably should have just said it didn’t fit,” Elliot said.
“Yeah, maybe you should’ve,” Ronald responded, “it’s a difficult road to walk. You’ll get there. You’ll figure it out.”
The whole group attended the gala, and, in the second hour, Elliot noticed Kylie far away with her mother, wiping her eyes near the back of the room. He didn’t know what happened, but he got a feeling it had something to do with him.
Through the rest of the night, Elliot kept his distance, making sure not to do anything that he thought would exacerbate a situation he didn’t know would break out. Once the gala came to a close, the couple got into an Uber and spoke for the first time since they were at Kylie’s parent’s house.
“Why didn’t you tell me that my dress didn’t fit me?” Kylie asked.
“We’d been fighting all week. I didn’t want to start all over again by — ” Elliot started.
“By what? Telling me the truth? The dress didn’t fit me, Elliot, it’s not a big deal, but it is when you don’t tell the truth.” Kylie went on.
“Ok. I’ll tell you the truth from now on.” Elliot replied.
“I mean, how can I really trust you if you aren’t being honest with me? How can I consider you to be a member of my family, when my sister, an actual family member, is honest? She has just as much reason to not be truthful to me as well. The last time I saw her I got in a huge argument with her. Plus, she has her own modeling career that she wants to start, no connections and the first person she’s going to reach out to is me, and she had no idea if I would take what she told me as an insult or advice.” Kylie continued.
Elliot fell silent.
“I get it,” Elliot said, “I’ll be honest with you.”
“Ok. Good.” Kylie replied.