MILDREDI stared at my reflection in the mirror by the vanity countertop in the bathroom. I was void of any feeling. There was no disgust, nor regret. All I knew was that my black tresses had gone down and were now dyed out to this offensive brown bobbed hair which made me a little bit skinnier than I actually was. I looked at my eyes. My hazel eyes were perfect, these honey-brown eyes made it disturbing for me to look at. My stomach built, and I felt the need to throw up. The disgust in the pit of my stomach rose back to my gut threatening to spill. This wasn't me. This wasn't who I was. How did I get here? Where did I go wrong to have the goddess take my life from me?When the need to throw up was consuming, I dashed to the toilet and emptied my bowels. I strengthened, flushed the toilet, brushed my teeth, and stripped, going into the shower. After a few minutes, I stepped out, towel dried my hair and body and it was a few minutes past eight p.m. when I retired to bed. I was i
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