“It’s been a while,” they said. Is that your hand or is it mine? I’ve counted the days. I’ve looked from the outer, in. Yo Have we been here before? smile but I have nothing. For a time that was easier. But here we are again. You’re unchanged, but I’ve done fifty laps just to…
The neuronal pathways in my brain are long forgotten. This is the way this goes.
I feel a pressure to be this, to be that. I’m not your good girl.
I’ve always hated it when people tell someone they look good because they’ve lost weight. Instead, I’ve always wanted to ask that person, “are you ok?” because weight loss can often be a sign that something’s wrong.