I stood on the bathroom scale trying my hardest to focus my gaze on the number below me. 111? Or did it say 117?
YOU FAT PIECE OF USELESS SHIT. YESTERDAY YOU WERE 115. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GAIN WEIGHT, YOU UGLY LITTLE FUCKER?
Tears bubbled over my eyelids and slid slowly down my cheeks, stinging my raw skin. I’m sorry. I’m a failure. I’m so, so sorry.
I promise I’ll do better.