But now... I appeared... content.
No eye-bags. No dark circles. No weary looks. Rosy cheeks and my smile radiated so much happiness.
I stared at my pointed n*****s and the curves of my hips, noting yet again that I looked a bit fat. Like I’d added some weight, I had no idea if that was good or bad.
I’d ask Nicole. Her opinions were always correct, though I had an inkling of what she’d say to me.
‘Renee, you look effortlessly beautiful still.’
‘Whether fat or slim, you kill every dress you wear, so I don’t know why you worry too much.’
A giggle escaped my lips as I mused over the words she’d say, and my smile stretched further.
Still looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hair was tousled, with the ends sticking up a little higher than usual, and that my body was covered
