Today wasn't exactly a good day at work, not that any day has been a good day at work lately. Every day that I think is bad however, the next day only seems to get worse. Every single day I go to work, my ass of a boss is constantly criticizing my outer appear. I used to be confident about my body weight and have a positive body image, but I'm not so sure of myself anymore because other people have actually started to agree with him. When Benji first met him, he didn't seem very pleased and informed me right away of his thoughts and suspicions, and I was sure to keep them in mind and not take my boss' words seriously or to heart, but hearing these cruel words of his repeated by others cuts like a knife.
The radio seems to agree with them as well. Whenever I turn it on and whatever station is currently on, a commercial for diet pills would come on. At first I just took it as coincidence, but when my worst days started to affect with my mind, I thought they were possibly onto something. You may be thinking it couldn't be possible all the time, and no, it's not always on a diet pill commercial, sometimes a weight watchers or Jenny Craig advertisement is on, or another commercial or even a song ends and one of those commercials comes on. I swear they follow me as if to inform me that my, not so friendly, coworkers may be correct.
Okay, here we go again. Here comes yet another diet pill advertisement. Like I haven't heard this one. Another commercial that states that it's pretty much a fucking miracle and will turn a four hundred pound woman into a hundred twenty pound one and give them a runway ready looking body. Bitch, please.
With how annoyed I was with this commercial in particular, I flipped the radio to the next station, the only difference was that it was a weight watchers advertisement, then the one after that a Jenny Craig, then that's same diet pill commercial. These were starting to follow me, infect, and override my brain, in addition to the comments spoken by my coworkers and boss. Soon enough, weight loss was all that I could think about.
'Overweight? Need to lose weight fast? No problem with this new wonder pill Amoway. It's been scientifically proven to help users lose ten pounds in just a week. Call this number right now to get a free thirty day trial of Amoway right now and those who call in the next five minutes will get an additional bottle of Amoway at no extra charge.'
All I could focus on was remembering those seven digits that composed the phone number that would result in me getting, not one, but two bottles of these wonder pills. I pulled right off of the road and proceeded in digging out my phone.
"Here we go, here we go, here we go," I murmured under my breath as I recalled those seven numbers from the inner depths of my mind and hit the corresponding numbers. I was on hold for minutes on end, being forced to listen to one of Britney Spears most overplayed songs which was pure torture before my order went through.
"Home free baby!" I shouted when the other end of the line was cut. Thank goodness I had the pills sent to my PO Box where people send me fan mail over my home address. At the sight of a box containing diet pills, Benji would go fucking ballistic. I was so filled with joy by this that I smiled so long I seriously thought that my face would freeze that way.
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The Broken Mirror
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