Mona weighed herself for the third time on that day. The gain of twenty pounds was not likely to vanish soon.
Just like the never-ending problems in her life. Food was faithful, food was not fickle. It never failed to satisfy, unlike human beings. She had found solace in the brown molten mass of chocolate desserts since childhood. The background score had changed from her mother’s rants to her husband’s violent outbursts.
She loved the spike in serotonin and dopamine levels, more than the shape of her body. The scales would continue to groan for some time to come.
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