I woke up today feeling very hopeful. I took a deep breath and instead looked at the mirror in my room before entering the bathroom and got the shock of my life and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"BECCA! Are you okay in there?" Blake said walking in on me.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" I said covering my face.
"Oh Becca.." Blake said heartbroken. "Is it that bad?"
"What do you think!?" I said. "Please! Go away!"
"But what about work?"
"FORGET WORK!" I screamed. "I'm not going!" I said.
"Becca..."
"NO! Just please, put in a sick day. I can't go today!" I wailed.
"What do you mean?" He said confused.
Blake just didn't understand a thing I said, so I had no choice but to reveal to him my ugly face. I took a breath and turned around to him.
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"OH MY GOODNESS!!!!"
"I know!' I said tearing up. "I LOOK HORRIBLE!!!" I screamed crying.
I clinged to Blake's shirt, bawling.
"Please Blake. I can't go to work like this." I said fragile.
I got on my knees begging, praying.
"Put in a sick day for us Blake. Please. I'm begging you."
Blake pet my head. "We'll stay home for the day. Go back to bed Becca."
I teared up and nodded my head then went back to sleep feeling like an idiot.
"Why did I do it, why?" I thought. "I should've never used the retinol cream."
I looked at my desk which had a picture of me and Blake together enjoying an ice-cream.
"I used to be so beautiful." I thought.
At that moment, I lost all my strength and passed out, I don't know for how long, but I was woken up when I heard a knock on my door.
I was really worried at first. I hope Blake didn't call the team and they came over with snacks or something. My hand shook as I grabbed the doorknob only to receive a beautiful surprise.
"Hey Becca, how are you feeling?" It was Blake at the door with a tamale on a small plate.
I was paralyzed. I wanted to accept it, but I was afraid I'd gain weight and look worse.
"I don't know." I answered shaking.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I pointed to the tamale he gave me.
"What about it?" He asked. "You love tamales."
"Not right now! I might gain weight!" I said scared.
"But Becca, if you don't eat, you'll be unhealthy! You're supposed to eat!"
