Straight-Talk

When: A summer Sunday.
Where: Jeremy's and Sarah's cottage.
What: A Conversation with my brother
Their place is beautiful. On the lake. Walkouts on every side of the house, upstairs and down. The weather that day was perfect for just sitting outside, and doing nothing. I don't see Jay very often. He tells me that I look good. I don't look like I'm fading away anymore. I tell him it continues to be a struggle. He asks what I want. I tell him I want to feel well. I want to get my life back. I want my clothes to fit again.

"Well," he asks plainly, "why don't you just have your jeans taken in a couple of inches?"

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