I stood in front of my full-length mirror.
The transformation was complete. My hair was shiny and smooth, I was looking very healthy. My face was glowing from the skincare, and my eyes were bright from the makeup. I bodied the cute outfit showed my figure, not hiding in some baggy s**t.
I looked pretty. I looked alive. I felt like myself again.
For the first time in weeks, I felt good. Not anxious. Not obsessed. Not hollow. I was clear-headed, and present, and human. The constant dread that's been sitting on my chest, lighter.
I remembered what I looked like yesterday, the day before, all last week. I was always looking like ghost. Like I was haunted. Like I was dying. Now is different. This was better.
This was because of him. Because he asked me to take care of myself. Because he sa
