Flub. Flubber dub dub. I stare hard at the figure in front of me.
I fight the tears that threaten to fall. There is a tightness in my stomach. I feel sick.
How had it gotten to this point?
I hated trying on clothes. Any thoughts I had about me having a sliver of attractiveness, was dashed out the window every time I stepped into one of those badly lightened cubicles of horror.
I had been doing so well. Eating better. Well the cheeky pizza, burger, packet of crisps and car of chocolate here and there, but why couldn’t I, thin people ate that shit too it wasn’t fair.
I had even started running and the breathlessness had stopped.
I felt good. Well that was until now.
Begrudgingly, I take off the dress and let it fall to the floor.
The tears begin to fall uncontrollably and I sink to the floor.
The flabby figure continues to stare back at me.
I want nothing more than to punch her, and keep punching until the fat fell off.
I hated her.
I hated that I had become her.