Ingenue : I

Every. Single. Morning.

She does wall squats.

Breathe in, exhale.

Breathe in, exhale.

Again. One more time, she said, encouraging herself.

She does jumping jacks.

She does lunges, sumo squats, leg raises, planks —

Donkey kicks, Bridges 15, forward lunges, pile squats, side lunges.

Breathe in, exhale.

Again. One more round.


Don’t eat that.

Don’t eat those, don’t eat these.

Too oily.

It could make you fat.

Do workout again tonight!

Her mother always, always, say that.

She nodded, doesn’t know what to do.

People always laugh, observing her appearance.

Her hair, her cheeks, her body shape, her thighs, legs, stomach, breasts, ass.


You’re getting fatter.

You should go for diet and workouts! They hollered.


She wiped off all her make-up,

She brushed her teeth and wear a baggy pyjamas.

She sobs.

Only, softly, so anybody couldn’t hear it.

Every. Single. Night.

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