Stuffed swollen and pulled tight, shiny skin like a balloon filled to bursting. She would not float, though, she’s a sinker, through and through. Heavy and weighty and round, words and food and thoughts weigh her down. And she does it to herself, a monster, that one.
How is it that in the course of one terrible weekend I lose all sense of strength and endurance? That, in my minds eye, I became fat? That I don’t deserve to pick up where I left off? I’ve forgotten so quickly how to be my own advocate. Lesson learned.
