It bothers me.

Size 14 is fat. Novels are written to make people live in denial.

I would thank you if you would just stop talking about it. It annoys, it irritates and it also hurts. Knowing and seeing the truth is painful enough but you had to act as though it works if you tell it to my ears. Loud and clear. As if I did not try before. I told you I wanted those months ago. You did not allow. Now, you want me to. Is this what I want or what you want?
It has always been yours, hasn't it?
Damn.

A wise person. Hmm. When will I reach there?