“Your hair looks nice.”

It slipped out of his mouth into real space. What had he done? Stupid, stupid, stupid! He tried to throw his headphones back on and lower his eyes before she felt the need to respond. One of the fat black ear cushions fell off an…

The mirror didn't hold anything back. Even when it was steamed over, my bulbous shadow watched in silent judgment.

I tried to avoid his eyes but I took up enough of the mirror that I couldn't hide my pear shaped vulnerability. The admittedly minor amount…

I've got a monster in me.

A lazy, hungry one. A liar.

He's like the evil Pooh bear sitting on the kitchen counter, always beckoning. His voice is the most insistent at night, when I'm alone, or when I'm already feeling crummy. It whispers clearly, “Come…