what about my future partner? would anyone ever stay with me if they knew this part of me would never go away?

Carefully, you place the last of your belongings into your suitcase. You hear your mom call you from downstairs,

“Y/N, we need to get going!”

“I’m almost ready!”, you chirp.

Quickly, you fasten your vintage luggage, lingering for just a moment to admire your thin, delicate fingers.

Your journey to your ultimate goal weight had come to an end much earlier than anticipated. A month earlier you stepped on that cold scale and the numbers that flashed up at you were something you had only dreamed of. You had wanted to reach your goal in time for your family trip to Seoul, so you could shop at the boutiques and actually fit into the clothing, and hopefully not stick out like a sore thumb.

But here it was, the fateful day, and you had even lost an extra 5lbs in the last month. It wasn’t completely necessary, but you hardly have an appetite anymore and the pounds just continue to melt off effortlessly.

You arrive at the airport early. Your Alo Yoga cream sweatpants hang daintily from your sharp hipbones as you float through the crowds, small enough to breeze your way through. You can feel eyes lingering, but you’re used to the attention ever since losing that weight.

“I can’t believe you fit everything into that one suitcase!” Your mom exclaims. You had time to buy your dream wardrobe in size xxs before the trip, and everything you needed hardly filled up one bag. Everyday it seemed there was a new perk to being thin.

After getting through TSA, you sit down at the gatehouse. Your mom leaves for a moment and brings back snacks for your family. For a moment you feel uncomfortable until she hands you an apple.

“And here’s something for the health freak,” she smiles.

You laugh and put the apple in your carry on for later, “I’m not hungry right now, but thank you.”