Skinny.

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     People say I have the "Perfect Life." I don't know how the hell they came up with that idea.. okay, maybe I do. I have three beautiful children - A son, Ale, or Alejandro, And two beautiful daughters, Adelaide and Alessia. I also have a husband, Antonio. It's very true that they make me happy. But, I have depression, so it's not very easy to be happy.

     Today, I woke at 9:00, Just as Antonio was getting ready for work, he works as a doctor. "Oh hey, Lovi" Antonio smiled cheerfully, so cheerfully that it could be insulting to my own grimacing face.

     "Hey, Toni." I forced a slight smile. He kissed my head. I once again, forced a smile past my lips. "You look nice in that." I gestured to his uniform that covered his perfectly flawed body. He was tan, tanner the myself. He had curly brown hair and bright green eyes. He had muscular arms and legs, and from seeing him shirtless I knew he had abs that were scarred. 

           I haven't seen his body in so long, though. I didn't  want him to see the scars buried deep within my wrists and thighs. I didn't want him to see that I wasn't eating. I didn't want him to know how goddamn insecure I was or how many scars I have from my past, even if he had seen them before.

"You look good too, Lovi." Antonio kissed my cheek. "But how aren't you all sweaty? There's a heatwave going on.." He looked at me suspiciously.

     "Because, I'm not..I'm not very warm, ever. " I responded quickly, staring down at my heavy sweater and pajamas. 

     "Oh.." he stared down, obviously not believing me."I made you a coffee, by the way.."