Oh yes, there was a moment of truth. The OBCD chicks did not spring forth, fully formed, from the god’s head like modern day Aphrodites. No no, like most great epiphanies, they had to be discovered.
There we were, four college women on the brink of this amazing discovery, standing in our friend Betty’s apartment. We’d gathered to try our brand new chococcino cheesecake recipe. And as usual, we were behaving like obnoxious hyperactive brats while Betty prepared the kitchen. Of course, the cheesecake preparation prompted discussion about the damage it would do to our “petite” physiques. Amidst all this, Lucy bravely announced “I have no fat. See?” and, throwing caution to the wind, lifted the bottom of her shirt. And there, peeping at us in all its quivering glory, was Lucy’s tummy.
This prompted us all to look at our own tummies. And THIS, this was the moment that it all became clear. We were, in fact, the OBCD chicks.
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