Diary of an Ugly Duckling by Langhorne, Karyn (general ebook reader .txt) 📕

light-skinned face in

front of her shifted and changed. The double chin

melted away, the eyebrows lifted above the smoky

black eyes. The bone of the nose rose and straight-

ened, while the nostrils were narrowed and re-

shaped. Sculpted cheekbones appeared out of jowly

cheeks.

With a few strokes of his computer program, Dr.

Bremmar had created a woman that Audra recog-

nized.

“Petra,” she breathed, staring at the image. “Ex-

cept for the hair . . . that’s her. That’s Petra . . .”

Dr. Bremmar turned toward her. “Who?”

“My older sister. She’s in the Army. Stationed

in Iraq.” Audra frowned. “You know that also sort

of looks like . . .” Esmeralda? Audra shook the re-

semblance from her mind. “Never mind,” she said

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quickly, pushing aside thoughts of Art Bradshaw

and Double Indemnity, of movie-style romance and

soul mates. Instead, she stared hard at the image

one more time before turning back to the row of

doctors, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

“You can really do this? You can really make me

look like that?”

“Well, there are no guarantees with this kind of

surgery, but”—the polite doctor gave her another of

his wide grins—“if Dr. Jamison’s treatments achieve

the coloring and eliminate our concerns about scar-

ring . . . I’m reasonably confident you’ll look at least

that good. Depending on Koch’s aim that day,

maybe better.” And he gave the other man a playful

wink.

Dr. Koch rolled his eyes like he was sick of the

joke, but seconded his partner’s comments with a

morose, “I completely agree.”

“Wow,” Audra muttered. “Wow. It’s like . . .

magic.”

“Hardly,” Camilla snorted. “It’s a ton of work!”

“I can do the work,” Audra snapped at her. “It’s

just . . .”

“A question of cultural identity.” Dr. Goddard

made her first appearance in the conversation, inter-

rupting with her clipped and intelligent-sounding

voice.

“Yes,” Audra said quietly.

“There are potentially serious ramifications of

this kind of decision. In addition to radically chang-

ing her appearance through plastic surgery, she’ll

be altering how she’s perceived as an African

American.” The doctor sounded as though she were

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reading from a textbook, but she had the gist of it

right. Color resentments in the black community ran

strong and deep, Audra knew. As a dark-skinned

woman, she harbored more than a few of them her-

self.

“And unlike celebrities, when this show is over,

Ms. Marks will be returning to a real world,

where people who know her as she is now might

not receive the changes in her appearance in a wel-

coming way. This sort of change will be controver-

sial—”

“Controversy is a good thing. It’ll make her a

star,” Camilla interjected.

“But it will also impact her relationships with oth-

ers in her life,” Dr. Goddard warned. “Her friends

and co-workers, family and lovers . . .”

Friends and co-workers . . .

Audra couldn’t think of one person in this cate-

gory whose opinion would affect her in any serious

way. She imagined herself walking down the corri-

dors of the prison in the face and body of the

woman before her. There would be no more “fat,

black and ugly,” no more wardrobe malfunctions,

no more “dude with tits,” she realized, and couldn’t

help but smile.

Family . . .

Audra stared at the image on the screen across

from her again. Just the coloring of this virtual

woman alone made her look like her mother and

sister in a way she never had before. And if these

doctors could give her even a tenth of the image’s

beauty, there was no doubt in her mind: She’d fi-

nally look like them. She’d finally look like she

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belonged, like part of the family and not like a

swan chick left on the ducklings’ doorstep, out of

sync and out of step with everyone around her.

Lovers . . .

She thought of Art Bradshaw for a moment and

saw his broad face, amber eyes and full lips in her

mind.

But Art Bradshaw had only been interested in

her for the lessons she could teach his daughter

about getting along in an ugly world. And since

the girl had no desire to learn, there wasn’t much

reason to think of him as friend or co-worker any-

more.

“The truth is . . .” she said slowly, “I don’t think I

have any family or friends, co-workers or lovers

whose opinions matter to me.” She glanced around

the room. “So really, this decision is mine and mine

alone.” Her eyes strayed to the two images of herself

on the screen across from her. The “before” of her-

self Carla had just taken a couple of hours ago. The

“after” shot was, for now, a computer simulation.

But it could become real. It could be hers in only a

few months’ time, if she said the word.

But she hesitated still, staring at the images, un-

sure if she could surrender herself so completely.

Audra Marks, as she knew herself, meant a certain

way of being in the world . . . a way that was so tied

up in her physical body they could not be easily sep-

arated. How would Audra Marks behave in the

world if she were beautiful? What would it mean to

be Audra Marks, light-skinned woman, instead of

dark?

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Audra didn’t know.

“It’s a part of my responsibility to help you inte-

grate these changes in your physical appearance

with the rest of your identity,” the shrink said qui-

etly, as though reading Audra’s mind. “If you choose

to become an Ugly Duckling, we’ll talk through

what these changes might mean in your everyday

life.”

Audra nodded at the woman, then let her eyes

stray to the black folks in the room.

“Shamiyah?”

“I think you should go for it, Audra,” she said

earnestly, a pleading expression on her face. “Think

of all the pain your looks have caused you. The in-

sults and the humiliation . . .” she said, tapping into

the rich mine of Audra’s greatest motivator. “Do it

for yourself, Audra. For yourself . . . and for the

thousands of women like you.” She paused, fixing a

pair of determined eyes on Audra’s face. “But if

you’re gonna do it, you have to do it all the way. The

weight, the surgery and the color.”

Audra let the words flow over her but said noth-

ing. She cut her eyes toward the other person of

color.

“What would