You said I was beautiful. I didn’t believe it. I saw a woman too tall, overweight with lousy hair and big feet. When you’d say “you’re perfect for me” I though it couldn’t be true. I wish I had listened. I put myself down for so much for so long, you got tired of it and left. C.S.
She wanted to have him hold her
and tell her all the demons were pretend,
that there was no monster in her closet,
that everything would be okay.
But that was a lie.
The demon was in her head,
telling her she was too fat.
She had to get the demon out.
But she couldn’t do it by herself.
Jackie Morse Kessler