Dresden Murray

A Little Black Book

Walking toward the scale, she took a deep breath and stepped onto it. The numbers climbed for a moment before stopping at two-hundred fifty pounds. She smiled inwardly as she looked at the small digital numbers, once again she was reminded that she was no longer the three-hundred eighty pound nightmare she had been just a few short weeks ago. She made her way from the scale over to her bathroom sink and appraised herself in the mirror hanging above it. No bruises or cuts. No busted lips or black eyes. No need for makeup other than that she might like to wear some. Smiling outwardly this time she turned from the mirror and made her way to her closet. Yes, life was pretty good now. No longer the nightmare it had been before the surgery.