well,
she tried to sleep.

it's hard to sleep when your mind is full of thoughts about how ugly you are.

because she was hideous, wasn't she?
her nose was too big and her lips were too small,
but her being fat was the worst of it all.

it's hard to have nighttime fantasies of a prince charming who would eventually come when you know that if he saw you, he'd turn around and walk the other way.

sleeping was hard, but eating was easy. and since she could no longer sleep, she ate.

and ate,
and ate,
and ate.

the more she ate, the more she hated herself,
but the more she hated herself, the more she ate.
every day was a repeat of the last,
including the silent tears that she shed in the safety of the dark.

after all,
nobody can see you in the dark.