Tag: Bel

Old Wounds

Holy mother of fuck. You know that little voice of reason that tells you not to look into something further, to let it be and that you’re probably better off not knowing what happened next? Listen to that voice. Seriously. I don’t care how… Continue Reading “Old Wounds”

The Fattening

I look upon my expanding body, rolls of fat protrude and spill over the fabric of my underwear. In the mirror, I see before me my naked frame, I see in all its glorious details my failure as a woman, as a person. I… Continue Reading “The Fattening”