Yvonne strutted elegantly down the catwalk, a sexy sneer on her lips that said, "You can look, but you will never get to touch." She reached the end and twirled her body, rising a hip and throwing a powerful look over her shoulder. Claps, cheers, and excitment could be heard all around as she modeled the newest dress from the world's fasion industry, which was designed to hug each inch of your body and show off all your curves.
Of course, the downside was that Yvonne had no curves. She was nearly a giant, with legs people would die for, but her body was devoid of the supple, round curves that sent people over the edge. Ordinarily, the industry calls for models to be ultra-thin, but Yvonne was just too flat. The only thing that brought attention to her was the smooth skin of her long legs, and her face. She was about to learn that this is not enough.
As soon as she was back behind stage she was greeted by her manager, who bore bad news.
"Listen, honey, I'm sorry but we're letting you go." Yvonne was shocked, and before she could respond, her manager continued. "Curves are back in! All of these skinny, twiggy models aren't getting noticed anymore. The people want real women again, and I'm sorry, but you..."
"What?" she snapped, "I'm not a real women because I don't have great breasts? I'm not attractive and womanly because my hips aren't much wider then my waist? I'm famous! I am Yvonne, everyone has heard of me, you can't do this! Just because the times are changing means I cannot model? It's all I've ever done."
"I'm sorry, look, that's not what I'm saing-"
"Oh it's exactly what your saying. Good bye, and I hope you have better look with the bigger, curvy women this time around." She spat sarcastically as she stormed from the building.
It was starting to rain. It was also midnight as she climbed into her car. Now she...