She looked in the change room mirror
and it made her sick. She looked down at the price tag and stared at
the size. The number haunted her. She had never seen such a high
number on her jeans. Tears instantly started flowing to her eyes,
face turning red, breaths becoming deeper and harder. She was upset
about her body for the first time in a while. She no longer felt
thin, pretty, loved, desirable, or perfect. She instantly felt self
hatred, disgust, ashamed, ugly and FAT. It was the worst she felt.
You may think this is sad to hear, but to be honest the saddest part
of it all was the size of the jeans were only a two.