Not This Time

Kinshasha could feel herself being swallowed alive. She could feel the flesh inching upwards slowly engulfing what once was an enviable waistline; could feel her knees beginning to give way each time she climbed a flight of stairs. Having been here before she knew it was only a matter of time before she stopped looking in the mirror altogether unless she did something drastic.
Several of her friends had already taken the cure, recently in fact. But this time, Kinshasa knew, at least for her, the divorce diet was out of the question. These pounds would have to be jettisoned some other way. If no longer a reputation, she had her own end of a dream to uphold. She was not simply going to allow things take their course. No, not this time.

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