Guilty Girl

Dirty crumbs of pretty cupcakes surrounded her plate. A fork coated with sugary residue rested on her napkin. She looked down at her stomach, wincing from the pain of seeing the bulge. “Water, that’s what I should stick to,” she scolded herself. She sipped and sipped her thoughts into a stormy cloud of guilt. “More water,” she decided. A few minutes later, she clutched the edge of the table with her hands and let out her guilt, the cupcakes, and three bottles of water.

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2 thoughts on “Guilty Girl

  1. The story would probably be slightly different for people who’re not actually fighting the bulge but yet have to eat carefully… people like me… We’ll NEVER let our guilt out…

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