She wore her shortest black dress

Painted her lips red

Those big hoop earrings that represented her larger than life spirit

Screaming legs for days..

She took pictures of herself and thought

‘Dang you look fine’

She sent her picture to him

Double ticks -seen- but no response

She was waiting for that ‘Babe you hot! message’ but she never got it

She had the time of her life dancing that night with her friends

Next day she waited for that ‘good morning beautiful’ text but all she got was

‘I don’t like this size of you, you don’t look great, you looked better when we got back and now you are not in shape’

She questioned herself, she argued with him

She told him it makes no sense to her or for the love they had

She said it hurts but he said ‘I meant every single word’ 

She squeezed her belly, she scarped her arm flab to manage the pain in her heart

She cried and died a little more inside

She was never a girl who needed motivation from someone else

Her soul was fire, her drive - impeccable 

She gave him his heart and he tore her apart

He didn’t have any trouble falling asleep knowing she is upset

He didn’t want to comfort her either

She wondered why he loved her only on specific days and specific times..

She cried all night, she was panting

Her heart beat raised, her fingers went numb 

She took the deepest breath and held it

He made her believe that it's her fault! Her fault fot not being his physical fantasy

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Next day she woke up, she knew that no one can define beauty but herself

She didn’t skip her breakfast either

She put on her red lipstick, she put on her red dress

Stared at the mirror, took a deep breath and whispered to herself,

'You are Fire!'