I’d said I was tired of it. But what had I ever done to fix it? Nothing. I hadn’t done anything. And that stopped today. I pulled myself off the floor and grabbed my makeup bag, sliding out the razors I kept in a small side pocket. Staring at them for a second, I threw them into the toilet. And then I flushed. My scale was on the floor. I grabbed it and strode outside, and I threw it onto the hard concrete so it shattered into a million pieces. I grabbed a broom and cleaned it all up, the remnants going in the trash. The model agency actually had a mental health program. You could get free
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