"Okay, you're up."
My heart sank. I knew this was coming. It always did.
I never understood this ritual. I only knew I never measured up.
Her first. Always her first. The antithesis of perfection.
Loud enough for everyone to hear, her weight. Her body fat percentage. A short monologue about how she'd reached perfection.
"Hello?! Socks off. You're up."
And so …
