The very first in-class prompt was to write from the perspective of the unknown/ or unusual, to put yourself in someone or something else's shoes....I wrote from the perspective of my future self, after I'm at my goal weight...I modified some of it, and tweaked it, and this is what resulted:
Beep. Beep. Beeep.
The alarm drills into my semi-sleeping brain as I reach my hand out and slam the snooze button. I open my eyes, blinking a few times, stretching my arms above my head. Something doesn't feel right. I stretch again, and look at my arms; I freeze in place, and just stare.
My heartbeat starts racing, and I sit up quickly, glancing down at my legs under the covers. Something's not right at all. I fling back the comforter, shocked by the fact that I have shorts on. Shorts? Since when have I worn shorts, ever?
I run over to the mirror, (yes run, in the morning, me!), and stare at my reflection, not believing for a second that it truly belongs to me. I reach out to touch the image, and a hand reaches out to mine. Where flabby skin use to wiggle, toned muscles on my arm stretch back as I pull my hand away. I gasp as I turn around, looking at my future-skinny self, head to toe.
I still can't get over that I'm wearing shorts--and the fact that I think I look good in them. Walking over to my closet, I turn the light on, and my mouth drops open. Dresses, multicolored tank-tops, and size 10 jeans hang on a multitude of hangers. Discarded scarves and wraps, along with about 50 pairs of different shoes litter the floor. I reach out and touch a black satin dress. I have a little black dress?! An LBD that fits me?!
"Today is a new day," I mutter to myself, grabbing the dress, and heading for the shower.
I have awhile to go on my journey; I've lost almost 60 pounds, and although I have far to go, I just have to think about how far I've already come. Someday, this future will be my reality.
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