She stands on the scale and is not too shocked to see that just ten days ago she weighed about ten pounds less then she does today. She stares at the numbers as if coaxing them to change; "I'm growing" comes out of her mouth in an almost inaudible tone. She steps off the scale, blames the weight gain on retained fluid and begins her daily ritual of dressing, applying layer upon layer of spandex ands Lycra. She slips on her girdle for that "smoothing effect" then her all over control stockings for that "slimming effect" now that she can barely breath, she says to herself as she slips on her dress "Did this crap fit me this tight yesterday?"
She pulls on her blazer and walks over to the bathroom where the rest of the mornings formal procedure will commence. She applies her war paint for today's battle; Clinique and Maxfactor are the chosen shades of today's armor. She places in her visions tools (AKA contact lenses) into her tired eyes, she much prefers glasses but it is hard to wear what her size ten foot broke. Applying her lipstick she gapes at her lips, they look immense. She thinks to herself "Are they growing?" She walks back to her bedroom where the stench of human gasses just about knocks her over. She makes a mental note to tell the man that shares her bed that he has to get that looked at.
Standing in front of her jewelry box she contemplates the selection of the most appropriate baubles to mark the completion of this morning ritual.
Slipping on her shoes, she stands in front of the full-length mirror and instantly regrets the decision. "I AM GROWING!"
Tears in her eyes she decides and says aloud "Today is the day I will change my life, today is the day my eyes haveopened and the truth has been seen. I WILL NEVER BE FAT AGAIN!!"
"I thought you promised yourself that last week? Remember when your jeans wouldn't zip?" She hears in a mans voice from behind her.
She reject the urge to pull off her three inch heal and jab him with it so I guess she is growing.
She pulls on her blazer and walks over to the bathroom where the rest of the mornings formal procedure will commence. She applies her war paint for today's battle; Clinique and Maxfactor are the chosen shades of today's armor. She places in her visions tools (AKA contact lenses) into her tired eyes, she much prefers glasses but it is hard to wear what her size ten foot broke. Applying her lipstick she gapes at her lips, they look immense. She thinks to herself "Are they growing?" She walks back to her bedroom where the stench of human gasses just about knocks her over. She makes a mental note to tell the man that shares her bed that he has to get that looked at.
Standing in front of her jewelry box she contemplates the selection of the most appropriate baubles to mark the completion of this morning ritual.
Slipping on her shoes, she stands in front of the full-length mirror and instantly regrets the decision. "I AM GROWING!"
Tears in her eyes she decides and says aloud "Today is the day I will change my life, today is the day my eyes haveopened and the truth has been seen. I WILL NEVER BE FAT AGAIN!!"
"I thought you promised yourself that last week? Remember when your jeans wouldn't zip?" She hears in a mans voice from behind her.
She reject the urge to pull off her three inch heal and jab him with it so I guess she is growing.
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