Writing Club

Squishy

A/N: This one isn't actually finished. If I ever get around to finishing it, I'll post the updated version here.
We had to write using the word "Squishy" as our inspiration. 

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I used to have a full-length mirror. My cousins used to stay with us- back when we were worth staying with. My cousin and I were supposed to be sleeping, but we weren’t- as kids do. My mirror fell, face first, on my floor, and shattered to pieces. I haven’t had one since. My mother has one in her room. But that’s if you want to brave her.

I like chicken parmesan. It used to be my favorite meal, but by this point, I’ve decided that all food is amazing. Plus, the noodles can be overwhelming. I like to think I’m the kind of person that people can go to. I like animals more than people-- you don’t need a reason to cuddle animals. They don’t need a reason to comfort you.

Maybe it was magazines, the media, maybe it was life. Maybe it was my sister. She was short, blond, and skinny. The kind of skinny where you could probably squeeze your hands around her waist and your fingers would touch. She used to tell me I was fat.