[F] By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasnβt a dream ... It was a memory.
27 M, 217 pounds, 6β1β: my weight yo-yoβs quite a lot and itβs hard to feel comfortable with an ever changing shape, but I think Iβm getting there.