![]() ![]() She is weak and feels as though her stomach is eating itself. The sun shines wanly through her drawn curtains, it hurts her eyes, the light. She wakes up and looks around her room, it feels as though it is winter. She perceived her world to have changed, she was woke now to who she truly should be. That was her life before, now she was consumed with different desires and needs. She has a mother, who loved her long hair and brushed it until it shined, every night. She has a father who loved her intellect, who would share a whisky with her on the nights she was back home for a visit. ![]() She has an aunt who loved her ability to see the world in wonderment, her joie de vivre. She has a brother whom she had played with as children, competed with in squash, gossiped with about her parents and friends. She has a family, different now from how it used to be. She used to have a dog, she would run with him to the park, she would play fetch and laugh at his small tiny figure get buried in the leaves in autumn. ![]() He would appraise her breasts and say how they were the best he had ever had the privilege of laying on every night. She used to have a boyfriend, who loved her thick thighs and full buttocks. She used to have friends, friends who laughed and ate and went dancing. She used to go to school, study, a post grad in Anthropology. ![]()
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