Her reflection presents itselfapologetically, pulsingwith shame.She sees swollensquishy cheeks,bloated thighsand flabswallowing herself.She turns to the side,sucking in the organsslouched behind her skin,wishing them smallerand smaller –to disappear.Her gut’s protrusionsickens her,as she stifles agag at the sight.Disgusting.She slicesthe lettuce’s headinto identical shreds,envisioning hackingthe flaboff of her bodywith each strokeof her knife.One two three four five sixContinue reading “Living by Numbers”