The beginning of the end for her

Staring down at the body at my feet I did not dare to breath. Her clouded brown eyes glazed up into the sky at nothing. Her fingernails were chewed down to the skin. Her hair was long. Black. And extremely curly and kinked up. She wore a pink dress with a silver necklace and bracelet gleaming in the light. Her legs hairless and thin and her feet safety tucked into a pair of stunning black high heels.

Who was this girl?

She was me.

The girl that my mother always wanted. The girl I fought over and over again when my mother…