Billie.
I sat on the edge of my bed, freshly dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a fitted crop top I’d found in the closet. The jeans hugged my thighs and hips tighter than I remembered, the waistband pressing just enough to remind me that I'm fat. The top ended above my navel, exposing a strip of skin I suddenly wished I could cover. I stood up slowly and faced the full-length mirror.
My reflection stared back.
I tilted my head, trying to see what Leon might have seen in that split-second glance.
“Pig. Oink oink. You’re so ugly. It’s disgusting. All he saw was a fat ugly w***e. ”Brian’s voice slithered uninvited.
I could see him pointing and laughing. It stung that I shut my eyes tight and shook my head hard.
When I opened them again, it was just me.
Maybe I should lose weight.
