I look in the mirror & see a fat woman & other times I see a horribly swelled,bloated woman. What I never see is me. That’s not me. Those brown eyes are all that’s left of me. I’m somewhere within all that fat,bloat,& swelling…a pretty,slender brunette with lofty dreams & a vivid imagination. If I look long enough I can see a terrified child & I can here her cries. The lovely brunette stares out her bedroom window waiting for a way out,while the child cries. I can’t rescue them. I can’t get to them.