The dress didn't fit.

It was not because it was too tight or too small-but because it wasn't me anymore. The navy satin sheath I'd once bought for a corporate dinner, back when I was still shrinking myself to survive, clung to me like it belonged to someone else.

I stood in front of the mirror, hands on my hips, trying to convince myself it would do.

Raymond walked into the room mid-thought, glanced once, and tilted his head.

"What's the problem babe, You don't like it?"

"I don't not like ...