Your breasts are real. Nobody believes it, but it's true.

"You know how they made Julia's boobs all big for 'Erin Brockovich'? That's what they do for me."

Justin holds a longneck bottle between his thumb and finger, takes a long draw, and laughs. "Yeah, Brit. I'm sure they do."

*

You can sing. Nobody believes that, either.

"I like to focus on my dancing, on putting on a show for the crowd, you know? But all of that, it's all me. It's my voice."

John Norris nods and asks one of his typically non-threatening questions, but you hear him later when you're not supposed to, talking about you with some assistant. "It's bullshit, but at least it comes in a pretty wrapper. You gotta give her credit for that."

Fucking faggot, you think, and then feel bad, roll your eyes Heavenward like your grandmama taught you and whisper, "I take it back."

*

You don't smoke all the time. People don't believe that because you got caught on some stupid balcony. Nobody was around to tell you that maybe lighting a Camel in public when you're Britney Spears, isn't a good idea.

"It kind of looks like a marker. I mean, it's kinda fat, so maybe we could say it's a marker."

Felicia just stares at you and you pick your hand up from where you were pointing on the tabloid. Rob folds his arms across his broad chest and doesn't say anything at all.

*

Your parents have never had a happy marriage. You don't know anyone who believes they have.

"We moved out, and we felt bad just leaving the house by itself like that. And my dad has this idea of redoing the whole thing his way. We think in three months or so, when they get finished, he might come with us."

The reporter nods and opens her mouth to speak, but your mom puts her hand on your arm and takes over. "Everything about us," she says, "is unconventional."

*

You ended the concert because of the rain. Even people who were there don't believe that.

"I would've been happy to keep going, but I was worried about my dancers. And the audience, too. It was really dangerous. It just wasn't safe."

Jamie-Lynn makes faces at you when you say the words into the phone and when you hang up, you chase her around the house. When you catch her, you hold her down on your mama's bed and you both laugh until you cry.

*

You're a virgin. Nobody's believed that, ever, and you don't think they ever will.

"It's personal. It's a personal choice."

He's not Justin and you flinch a little when he curls his hand around your waist, but he tastes good and you forget that you've only known him for a couple of hours. The Midori sours probably help with that. He spreads your thighs with his rough hands and you decide that if nobody believes you, you'll just have to believe in yourself.