Killing Me Fattie with Flip of Reality-

It has been almost one year ago, and I can still remember it clearly. The alarm clock sent all of my dreams crashing to a screaming halt as I jolted upright to kill the sound. I climbed out of the king size water bed, I shared with my husband and walked sluggishly to the bathroom. Automatically I turned the heater on, and then the light, opened the cabinet and grabbed my toothbrush. I closed the cabinet door and turned on the water. With eyes closed, and one hand holding me up I was calmly enjoying the feel of the electric tooth brush when I glanced into the mirror. The quick shock of what I saw looking back at me made me flinch so quick that I ripped the tooth brush out of my mouth. I stood there staring with my mouth open and tooth brush still running at the horrified reflection looking back at me. A strange feeling of recollection came over me. But the feeling that something was terribly wrong was at the same time screaming up in my throat. Those were my eyes, but that was not me in the mirror! Who did that to my hair? Why is she so fat?!? I spit out the toothpaste, and rubbed my eyes with water. Slowly I peaked back into the mirror. She was still there, on the other side, looking back at me with worry. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Turning slowly, I looked into the full length mirror to my right and almost fell over at the sight I beheld. “Oh God!” I managed in a sick voice. I grabbed for the counter and stood there shaking as I looked through the mirror at her. She stood there looking back at me with stringy hair that ran over her chubby shoulders and on to her white night gown that was clinging to the abundant fat rolls. She was shaking too. It was like she was shocked at the sight of me through the mirror too. I was horrified! This was me! But it wasn’t me! She was a very fat, and very tired looking version of who I thought I was. The reality of the situation got no better as I slowly turned and realized I had an ass the size of Kansas. “Oh, Fuck!” I yelled.

A little over an hour later I pulled my fat ass up off of the bathroom floor and opened the door. I walked as though in a dream through the rest of my day, watching the life of the fat girl I was possessing. She seemed pathetic to me as I saw how she lived her life, wasting so much. She was unhappy that was clear, but I had no idea how to help her. Things got stranger and stranger as I began to change her behavior. I modified her eating habits, quit her job, and started telling the people around her no, and that they could do things for themselves. I had no residual feelings for the husband she had married, but felt a deep love for her daughter. I could remember all of her memories and knew all of the ropes of her life, but her feelings, began to dissipate as I took over her pathetic little life. The people around her began to ask questions, and worry. I had to explain that I was fine, and just needed a few changes. Her mother was the only one who didn’t seem satisfied with the lies. She pushed and questioned, and has not stopped. Even now one year later she does it.

It has been almost one year ago, and there is little left of the ignorant fat girl I found in the mirror last spring. I have taken over her life, and am now running full speed ahead with it. It is mine now, and the person I see in the mirror is me, not her. It is my life, and I will be taking it where I want to go from now on. So, good bye fat girl, sorry I had to kill you.