I was auditioning to see if their stage was big enough for me.
Audition one: “We’re looking for a different silhouette.” Audition two: “You have beautiful feet, but…” Audition three: silence, then a form letter. Audition four: a choreographer pulled me aside and whispered, “You should try commercial work. More forgiving.” Audition five: I cried in my car. Audition six: I didn’t cry. I just sat in the parking lot and stared at the dashboard until the streetlights came on. curvy girl auditions 7
I stood up. My thighs brushed together—a whisper of fabric and warmth. I didn’t apologize for it. Not anymore. I was auditioning to see if their stage