The darkness, pierced by refrigerator light In my kitchen I stood there as it blissfully beckoned "Come on! Just one bite!" The sweet piece of cheesecake taunting me.

I resist, and slam the door. Make my way to my closet of if only's cussing as I stubbed my toe. Acting the fool on one foot in nighttime and blue language with a hole in my underwear.

In my pain, "Just one slice!" My inner voice weakens my resolve. "No!" I yell through clinched teeth. I have to lose this weight! The closet door squeaks, sliding open, my failures hang lifeless in front of me. I pick my favorite red dress.

Three sizes too small. Holding it's waist up to mine it's satiny fabric, patronizes me. The cheesecake flashes in my mind. There on the wall, that picture Me in that red dress... No double chins..hot as hell.


By Bobbie Sandlin