This is when you'll hate yourself. This is when you'll pick and poke at the curves that came with your wings. When the calories won't burn as quickly as they're consumed. When you'll run on a treadmill until four in the morning because you can't sleep until you've burned the day's intake. This is when he'll love you enough to fill the both of you.
This is when it won't be enough. This is when you'll break.
(Again.)
