The Favorites

by Layne Fargo

I became a skater because I wanted to feel like that. Fierce. Confident. A warrior goddess covered in glitter. So sure of myself, I could make my dreams come true through sheer force of will.

Imagine being down so bad you’d master a whole Olympic sport to spend time with someone.

People used to call them “24 Karrett,” cause they always got gold.

His love for me hadn’t been motivation enough to reach his full potential. His hatred, though? That made him capable of anything.

It felt like flying and falling and being caught, all in the same instant.

So say what you want about me. Call me a bitch, a cheater, a loser, a whore. I may not have an Olympic gold medal, but I have something better: a life where I spend every day with my favorite people in the world, doing exactly what I love. If that’s not winning, I don’t know what is.

Finally, thank you to Cymbalta, because a depressed person could not have made this.

Author being real and I appreciate her