I couldn’t find anything to wear that morning. I was frantically throwing clothes around my bedroom knowing that I didn’t have any more time to spare before racing to work. It was supposed to be warm that day so I dumped my Tupperware tote full of summer clothes out onto my bedroom floor and there laid my wardrobe from the last two summers. I could barely catch my breath as dreadful memories flooded my mind. Patterned, spaghetti strap dresses that once fit my perfectly round belly and shorts now 4 sizes too big merited as a painful reminder of what once was; of what was supposed to be.