LanaAs I climbed the stairs leading to my apartment, my legs were sore and aching badly. I don't know if it's old age or the stress from my 9-to-5 job, but I don't think it's old age. I'm just 32; I can't be that old.Ten years ago, I was so ecstatic to get married, not knowing it would be the very thing that would make me lose my spark and forget who I used to be. I'm now looking older than my age, my face worn, my body so lean that I look like I could be blown away by the wind. The hollows in my neck were enough to draw attention everywhere I went, and yet I covered them up every day, putting on a smile bigger than the world while I slowly died inside.Every day after work, I hurried to the grocery store to buy the things I needed to cook for my husband. The other day, a group of high school students laughed at my unkempt hair. I almost hid away in shame, and for the past few days, I haven't gone back to that particular store.It's not because I don't earn enough money, but because
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