Where Butterflies Wander

by Suzanne Redfearn

“I’m fat,” she said plainly. I reared back. “You are? Says who?” “The scale. The mirror.” “And the scale and mirror spoke to you and said, ‘You’re fat’?” I shook my head. “I think it’s time to get a new scale and mirror.”

It’s easy to cast stones when you’re not the one being asked to make the sacrifice.

Perhaps all of us are not who we seem, each of us altering the narrative to portray nobler versions that make us appear better than we are.

anger is a wasted emotion, more detrimental to the bearer than the target.