“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.
“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”
Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.
“Be who you are.”
-THE END-
:: 03.23.2020 ::
