i stood in front of the mirror, naked. my skin crawled as i raked my eyes over my body. none of it was me. or at least it didn't feel like me.
i tried to shake off this reoccurring feeling, and looked in the medicine cabinet to find my ADD medication. my eyes landed on a roll of ace bandages.
i carefully unrolled half of it, and cut the piece long enough to do what i wanted. i watched in the mirror as my arms seemingly did what was needed, and i watched my chest flatten. i tucked the end into one of the folds, and stood up straight.
i felt happy, my heart fluttered even though i could feel the dull aching of my rib cage. this felt right. this felt good.
"emily! hurry up in there, dad will be home in 15 minutes!" i heard my mom call from the hallway. i checked my watch. 2:13 p.m. i'd been in there for 25 minutes.
"ok!" i called back. i hurriedly yanked on a white shirt and a green hoodie. i didn't take the bandages off. i couldn't bring myself to.
forgetting to take my meds, i walked out of the bathroom, feeling better than i had in a while.
