“Hey, let’s take a photograph together - we haven’t been taking many in the past month…”
In that split second, numerous thoughts raced through her head. Sure, it wasn’t something that required much effort, but the moment the shutters snapped - that was when her insecurities would be digitally etched out, however momentarily. The pores on her face, which she felt were too large; her cheeks, which she found chubby; her limbs, which she frowned upon for being thick - and the list went on. For how long more would he continue to reassure her, that he would love her all the same? Why could he not see the weight that she was gaining, and the stress that caused her? The more she fussed over these problems, the more she sought comfort in food.
“But I feel a little bloated though, dear…another time, perhaps? Shall we go for a walk instead? We’ve been sitting here for a while now.”
Exactly when the profound obsession took control of her, she could not tell, but it was only a hint of what was worse to come.
