It was the mirror. It was always the mirror. I hated staring at it and having to endure all the thoughts that came to my head. The reflection was something I was not happy about. My stomach was too fat. At that very moment, I would always think of when my mom said my hips were getting big and all of a sudden, felt like absolute shit. Maybe it was her, maybe it was my thoughts, or maybe it was the mirror.All Rights Reserved