[Part of the Body Series]
I take off my jumper and am surprised at what I find. There are words scrawled all over my arm. Statements written in black permanent marker, all capital letters. Messages from the drunk-depressed girl I was last night to the sober-sad woman I am this evening.
THIS ENDS NOW.
THIS IS IT.
I don’t attempt to wash them off but I put the jumper back on. I can’t face any of my selves right now. The worst versions of me, the words on my arm and the decisions I have made will still be there tomorrow.