𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection.
She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nea...
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I gained.
Granted it was 1.8 pounds but it was enough to make me panic until I was soaking under the shower water for 40 minutes and had made no move to even wash my body.
I guess the "metabolism day" was genuinely just a day.
I had to meet Delilah in 2 hours. I planned to walk to burn some calories, which meant I had 1 and 1/2 hours.
Now 50 minutes later I was sitting in the shower.
To be the most dramatic bitch there was, I made sure to play one of my saddest playlists at near full volume on my speaker so I could properly be emotional in the shower.
One thing I noticed when I started losing weight was how easy it was to curl into myself.
It was easier to wrap my arms around my body and pull my knees to my chest.
I felt like a flower that hadn't bloomed yet. And when I reached the perfect weight I'd uncurl myself and stretch and stand and show everyone that I did it and I made it when no one else could and I was okay.
I would be better than everyone. I was the ideal.
People would be disgusted by me, sure. Sometimes seeing the hollowness of a being is unnerving.
But deep down they'd also be jealous.
I tilted my head up, letting the shower head pummel water in my face.
I was being watered.
I would lose this weight after my 2 weeks.
I'd bloom soon, I was sure of it.
I was already halfway there.
Nothing is impossible.
It took me an alarmingly long time to climb out of the shower. 30 minutes left to leave. Fortunately, I had my outfit planned out ahead of time, a white button-up, navy blue skirt, sheer black tights long white socks on top for extra warmth, a Chanel cream fur jacket, and black kitten heels from Stuart Weitzman.
