The only other thing harder than waking up in the morning is falling asleep at night, because you can't concentrate on anything except for on your weight.
You think about the number on those scales, how your clothes don't fit the way you want them to, the shape of your silhouette. And when people question your weight everyday you say,
I'm fine, I'm just tired.
You lie to everyone around you including yourself by saying that you're ok. Everything's under control.
The day comes when you look in the mirror and don't recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair is dry, your eyes are tired. You thought you'd feel better about yourself but if you feel anything it's worst.
You needed something secure, something that wouldn't go away or die or break up with you. Something you could keep under control.
But now it's controlling you.
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Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
