By Katja Sass
“Sorry, Madam, I need to press you for a decision.”
There are only two choices on the form:
A. Bespoke bodily improvement, guaranteed heightened dysphoria.
B. Complete removal of body dysphoria, guaranteed weight gain.
They’re the same price and I don’t have enough money to pay for a reversal. I’m already emptying my lifetime savings account in the hope of saving myself a lifetime of diets.
The slender, pretty advisor sighs, her full and bright eyes scanning my grey face, lumpy body, unpolished toenails.
“I’ll have what you had,” I say.
She hands me my receipt. “You can try, I suppose.”
Love this. Choices on form so true. Pick no 2 and have an ice cream on the way home.
Insightful and sorrowful. Tightly told story that resonates.
Miserable for the rest of her life.