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Topic: Cup - 10-25-12 Deadline (10/18/12)
TITLE: Leana´s Secret
By Adele Threadgold
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So far, she had managed to keep her secret away from her doting mother, but didnât know how much longer she would be able to; she was getting suspicious. Even the other day, she heard the undertone of dubiousness in her otherwise self-assured voice, when Leana tried to explain why she had yet again missed the swimming class.
How long could she duck out of class with her âitÂ´s my time of the monthâ excuse before she was forced to come clean? No, no, she could never come clean. That would be horrifying and degrading, as well as humiliating; something she could never put behind her.
Final check then: hair in place-check, nails manicured-check, socks in place-check, make up applied-check, teeth cleaned and polished-check, skirt shortened-check, heels, high â check. Money âsufficient. Phone, oh well, not everything could be perfect, but at least she had one, even if it wasnât the latest Samsung. She would just have to persuade her mother a bit more aggressively. Threatening to tell her pastor that Mother had taken up drinking again seemed a good idea. Wait, did non-alcoholic cocktails count? Well, they ARE cocktails arenât they? And they do have that stupid paper umbrella in them. Yeah, they qualified.
In this day and age being a fourteen year old flat-chested girl with a cup size of 0 didnât make you successful or popular. She couldnât help it if she had to creep out to the shed at a ridiculously insane hour to make herself look more presentable. She was fortunate enough, so far, that her mother hadnât really noticed that a few of her 34 C-cups had gone walkabout from her lingerie drawer; she had enough of them; what would a few less matter?
She was so glad that none of her school friends went to her church or youth group â she couldnât very well turn up there with her socks--her mother would die of shame â never mind her. Her mother always ranted on that she was fearfully and wonderfully made as the Psalmist said in Psalm 139:
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. (Psalm 139:7-8 NIV) "I can go to the shed and you arenât there," she thought. âIf you cared for me, and I am so wonderfully made, why am I flat-chested?â This often made her cry, especially as she had to look pretty for church, but felt so ugly inside.
That Sunday was no different; sitting pretty in pink, the service began. The pastor got up to give the message, "No matter what shape form or size you areâGod doesnât make mistakes. Be happy with who you are; God is! Stop pretending to be who you arenât; God can see on the inside and outside. The form he gave you is the form he designed especially for you. Get rid of the old excuses the old clothes, the socks, whatever it is that hides the real you from everyone else."
Leana couldnât have turned a brighter shade of red if she tried. Who had told the pastor her secret? Sinking into her, chair she looked around for the culprit. No one. Flustered, she opened her Bible in the middle and pretended to concentrate, until her eyes fell on the text:
Psalm 139: 1-3 NIV: You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
It was YOU, Lord, you saw me all along. She smiled a bitter-sweet smile. From now on, there would be no more socks and her motherÂ´s 34 C-cup bras would be back in the lingerie drawer where they belonged.
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