Today is the last day I can starve myself. Tomorrow I can have solid food once again.
For about a month I have been skipping out on solid food to lose weight to fit into an evening gown for tomorrow. I want to be able to go to the formal with my husband tomorrow, but he wants me to look nice. Or, rather, he blames “Wayne” for wanting me to look nice. He tells me it’s “Wayne” who wants these things from me.
All this time, the only solid food I have been taking in were the pills to stop my pain, and my regular meds. I don’t know if I can even squeeze into that dress. We’ll see tomorrow, right?