Meet Brenda

I’ve named her Brenda. She watches my every move. Carefully edits my thoughts. She is always there: judgemental, stern, unforgiving. She tells me I’m too fat, too ugly. That I am undeserving of happiness. Unlovable and stupid. Lazy. She tells me I need her, that I am nothing without her. She keeps me in line. … Continue reading Meet Brenda