in between death rattles, i did at least try to start part four
A few hours later, Alice found herself standing in her underwear in front of the full-length mirror she kept hidden at the back of her closet. For as long as she could remember, she’d been plagued by the slow-burning shame of not having been able to live up to anyone’s expectations for her. While everyone else had seemed to fixate on the whole gay thing (which had, to be honest, sparked its own private firestorm of anxiety within her in the years leading up to the big reveal), the source of Alice’s greatest disappointment with herself was her own body.
She was painfully average.
