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CARMEN

"I know that you're the breadwinner, Carmen," Daniel mumbled. "And every day I appreciate you going out there, hustling for us. You know how hard I've been trying to apply for jobs. None of the bastards are getting back to me. You should know what it's like... more than anyone. It took you years to find a secure job."

I rolled my eyes bitterly, powdering my face and adding some pink blusher to my cheeks.

My eyebags were hollow from my lack of sleep, and if I didn't slap on a full face of make-up every day, I'd be looking like a zombie at work.

I was dying for a facial, dying for some self-care and me time.

I was letting myself go, and not taking care of myself.

I could hardly bear to look at myself in the mirror anymore.

I used to be so skinny, but now, my ass was so fat, my thighs were so big, and my tits had tripled in size, because I never had the chance to exercise or go to the gym anymore.

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