The Weight of It All

by N.R. Walker

Until Graham, my live-in boyfriend of eight years, came home and told me he was done. He didn’t want to spend his life with an overweight old man. I wasn’t fun anymore. I didn’t look after myself anymore. I wasn’t what he wanted. And that was the moment my life changed.

I considered putting the form down and bailing out. I could be home with a bottle of wine and some Greek food in twenty minutes, wallowing in my own loneliness, telling Anika over the phone about my harrowingly close call with a gym.

I was speechless and horrified and embarrassed. “Holy shit,” I whispered. One hundred and fourteen kilos. Triple figures. One hundred and fourteen fucking kilos.

I read that in pounds and was like “thats so skinny what’re you talking about?”