Behold Her

by Emily Antoinette

Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So

I realize how absurd it is that spilling a bag of chips pushed me over the edge into a full meltdown, but it’s been coming for a while. Dissociating with video games and books, doing anything I can to ignore my empty shell of an existence only works so long before I crash back down to reality.

After walking through the world seeming invisible, I never knew how good it could feel to have people see me.

Despite the awkwardness of this conversation, it feels good that he didn’t deny that I’m fat. I’m so tired of men telling me “you’re not fat, you’re pretty”, like that’s supposed to make me feel better. It only emphasizes that they think fat equals something unappealing. Fat isn’t a bad word, it’s just a fact, like being bald or tall.