That Room

That Room
I just woke up in my bed and saw a door exactly in front of me. I went out and saw a black door; it
was a strange door, and it was the first time I saw this. I was curious to see what was inside. I reached the
door to open it. When I went inside, I saw that it was like an old room. "Where am I? Is there anybody
there? I looked around; there was no one over there. Immediately, I ran to come out, but the door was gone.
I turned toward the room, and I saw a few things placed there. The old furniture and dim lighting gave it a
rustic look.
In one corner, there was a pile of clothes. I walked towards it, took one of the clothes, and realized
that it was all mine. They were all oversized shirts that I used to wear in the past when I was too fat. "But
how did these come here? I had thrown them away". When I was thinking, I smelled something so delicious
that my stomach started growling. I saw a table full of delicious food and rushed towards it, saying, "Wow,
this is a feast! So tempting, but how could I eat this? I'm on this never-ending diet, and everything here is
what I'm not supposed to eat!". I told myself to gather all the strength I had and step away from the table.
But I was starving. "I know I'm going to regret this, but I'll regret it even more if I don't eat this. Anyway,
I'm ready for the consequences." I grabbed a chair and started gobbling up the food. Everything was
delicious. In no time, my stomach was full, and I felt content. My tummy is like a mountain; it was so big
due to the food that I ate. Across the table, there was a mirror slanting on the wall. I stood in front of it. In
that mirror, I was looking fat like old times. My face was full of acne and acne marks. I got scared and
started trembling. I touched my face, but there was nothing; I touched my body, but it wasn't fat like the
mirror showed. The mirror was magical; it was showing my past. The past, from which I had run away. I
couldn't stand there, so I stepped aside.
On the other corner, I saw a table that caught my attention because there was a recorder on top of it. I
walked towards the table, took the recorder, and pressed play. Some random people were talking about a girl
as if they were passing comments on her. "She looks like a pig", "She is too fat to wear such clothes", Boy,
look at her; she is so ugly," "You should be eating healthy food to stay in shape", and it went on and on. "It
was me! They were all talking about me!", I said to myself, and suddenly put the recorder back on the table.
My eyes were full of tears, and I started walking back and forth anxiously. While walking, I noticed that the
table with lots of delicious food on it had vanished.
But that was not just it. I was startled by the sight before me. I saw a part of the door appear on the
wall. Something inside me just clicked, and I realized where I was. It was the room of my insecurities. And
by eating the food that I had denied for years just to stay in shape, I had won over one of my insecurities. I
knew what I had to do. I went to the pile of clothes, picked up the white dress that my mother had given me
as a gift, and I wore it. At first, I thought it wouldn't fit, but it fitted well. I loved the dress and felt
comfortable in it. As soon as I smiled, the other clothes disappeared and another part of the door appeared,
making half of the door visible.
Then I walked toward the mirror. I saw myself in that white dress, and it just changed my mood. I
was happy, I knew it suited me well, and I felt confident. Whether I looked fat or thin or whether my skin
was clear or not didn't matter anymore. I smiled and admired myself, and the mirror was gone. Yes, it was
working; almost half of the door was visible now. The last thing was to get rid of the recorder. I turned on
the recorder, and I started speaking, "I am beautiful and confident of who I am, and that's all that matters to
me." I turned off the recorder and kept them on the table. Within seconds, it all vanished, and then the
remaining part of the door appeared.
I had done it. I had overcome all my insecurities. I opened the door and went back to my bedroom. It
was a relief. The door had disappeared. I had fought my battles and fought them well. When I blinked and
opened my eyes, I was in my bed. It was a wonderful dream, and I woke up to be a completely different
person. What I saw in that dream were the things that I had buried deep down in my heart. Now, they were
all gone. It was a wonderful morning.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Yan, a "not
normal" kid who wanted to be normal and be accepted and loved
by the people around her. She is full of insecurities about herself.
She wants to have a normal life for even a single day. Her love
life consists of unrequited love wasted on handsome but hollow
faces. When she was a child, her life was a fantasy. It turned into
a dark drama when she was a teenager. And now, in her youth, it
is something like a dark comedy-drama. It's mostly an empty and
non-happening series with a lot of painful events sprinkled in
between. However, the "not normal" girl has a feeling that
something big is about to happen. It is something unexpected
that no one could have predicted.

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