(Minor TW later on. Skip to the next bold text that appears after the TW, to avoid reading.)
When I got to my room, I went straight to work.
I grabbed a clean pair of clothes and made my way to the bathroom.
My mind was in execution mode, I was going to get things done.
As I walked into the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and turned the shower on.
With a sigh of acceptance, I stripped my clothes from my body.
Only my bra and underwear left, I looked at myself in the mirror.
(TW: self deprecation)
I'd never felt more disgusted by the sight of my own figure. But there I was, standing in silence as I slowly began to hate myself.
The voices didn't even need to speak up this time, this was my own hatred.
No tears ran down my face when I looked at myself, I wasn't saddened by the wounds, I was sickened by my shape.
I removed my bra and underwear, my eyes not leaving the reflection in the mirror.
It was just me and my mirrored image, staring back at one another.
Eventually, I got into the shower.
The warm water hit my bare skin, but it did nothing to relieve the pain.
Standing for a minute or so, I swayed back and forth.
Listening to the sound of the water hitting the ground and me.
There was no music like usual, just silence.
At some point, I grabbed the bar of soap and began to rub.
There was tension as I waited for my wounds to sting, but I barely flinched when it started to burn.
It was as if I wanted the pain to be awful.
I anticipated the hurt because it seemed to be all I've felt recently.
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Then, as I turned the shower off, I reached for the towel and dried myself before wrapping the cloth around my body.
As I took the clothes from off the counter of the sink, I studied myself again.
Unwrapping the towel, and revealing my body once more.
I shook my head as I tried to ignore the emotions setting in.
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When my clothes were on, there was the slightest bit of relief.
I began to brush my wet hair.
Once the tangles were out, I sat down the hairbrush and picked up my toothbrush, before running it under the water.
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Finally, I was cleaned up.
Staring at myself in the mirror, the feelings came over me.
After slamming my fists on the counter, I bent over, sliding my hands up the marble.
I threw my head down in defeat as my body began to wobble uncontrollably.
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