We Must End This

The breakup I didn’t want to talk about

Salathia Richburg
Nov 7 · 3 min read
Photo by Tristan Gassert on Unsplash

My stomach was aching at the dinner table while I slowly ate my Baked Marconi and Cheese. “I can’t keep doing this,” I said to myself as I stared at the bowl in front of me, “I can’t keep allowing you to control me.”

That moment I wanted to cry because my whole life I’ve allowed food to control me. I’ve allowed food to cause me pain and I…

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Salathia Richburg

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A writer sharing her life-lessons and passions. Focusing on Self-Improvement and Personal Growth. Speaking my truth through writing and poems.

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