Stepping on the scale for the umteenth time today I'm hoping to see it different. Seventy-five it reads.
I can't tell how exactly I feel seeing this. In one way I feel fulfilled but in another it's yet another stab at my heart. However, I no longer have the strength to fight it.

I step off the scale and walk to the sink. No matter how hard I try I cannot see what everyone else sees. People say I'm too skinny; truth is I halfway believe them. I just cannot see it with...