023 | Complexity

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Sometimes I wish my skin was lighter, and my curls were looser. Maybe then people will accept me as their queen.

I run my fingers over my bare stomach, it's not so flat anymore. As it was before I met them. My hips, rounder. Stretch marks are prominent on my skin now.

I cover my breast, wanting them to be smaller, the extra inches on my waist to be gone.
My chubby thighs touch, and my arms are bigger. I sigh, frustrated with myself more than ever.
My eyes find theirs in the mirror.
"We can hear you. Thinking." Timothy tells me.

"You don't need to be skinny. Or lighter, to be beautiful." Ian tells me.
Gray turns me toward them pulling my hands behind my back.

"That's why you're not eating." He asks me.
"No it's not."

"You're staying home." Ian tells me.
"But I want to go."
"Not if people are making you feel this way."

"I'd hang them all if I could." Gray says letting go of my wrist.
I huff.

"We'll talk after." Timothy says, giving me a kiss along with Ian.
"Be good." Gray tells me and then they leave me here.

I put on a robe and slowly make my way down the stairs.
I go into the kitchen to fix myself some food but I get a sharp pain in my side.

The door opens and I see Nessa come in before I collapse.


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