voices

Isn't that funny? I thought I wasn't afraid of anything. I'm afraid of a bathroom scale. 

I never liked math, numbers. Numbers share your secrets. "What size are you?" and people suddenly know you. They know you have no restraint or discipline. They know you're lazy. They know that you behave and follow the rules because "at least she's nice" is all you have. You don't have the leeway that a slim waist and high cheekbones afford. 

I know. I know why. It's not their fault that they treat you this way. It's human nature. After all, it's human nature. Forgive them. You have to. They told you to. 

It was your fault. Don't forget, it was your fault. You're the one to blame. It's your body, your mistake, your flaws. You have control and you let go. Why did you let go? You let yourself stumble and you didn't get up. No one had to help. 

You were too weak. Why did you lose control? You must be too weak. 

Why should I? Why didn't I? No, don't help me. I'm strong. I can stand up, I can fix this. I'm fine. I said, I'm fine. Leave me alone. 

Why won't anyone help me?