Wilson Chapter Five I had been avoiding mirrors for years, but every now and then, I caught my reflection—in a window or mirror—and was horrified by the rotund person I saw. I tried to forget the awful image, push it away. I refused to recognize myself. But deep down inside, I couldn’t deny that was me in the reflection. I managed to haul my fat ass to my job every day. I had a good job, but worried constantly that I might lose it because I had gotten so fat. It seemed that every woman hired in our department was twenty-six years old with three years of communications experience. And they looked good. They sidled up to the Vice President of Development in their pencil skirts with matching jackets and heels showing off their well-formed calves. Development was all about appearance. Those chicks could steal my job! So, when my department, which handled communications for the entire university, was given the task of promoting Kimberly Williams, alumni and accomplished artist, my insecurity took a stranglehold on me.
