My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat
“Get up, you useless pig! Breakfast won’t serve itself.”
I pushed myself off the mattress, ignoring the stiffness in my back and the deep ache in my knees. I caught my reflection in the cracked mirror by the door—round face, messy brown curls, too-wide hips, and a soft stomach that no amount of starvation seemed to shrink. The body everyone hated. The body I had spent years trying to disappear.
I tied my faded apron around my waist and slipped into the kitchen.