A big, Fat view change

Feeling so restless at the odd imperfection that seems to have taken control and swarmed the once happy calm. She would peer down into the face of the numerals, digits drifting past each other to settle at an abnormality that made her skin crawl and the feeling of self-distress set in. Self-distress didn’t come frequently but as she regarded the changes that she had began to occur around her, it seemed as there was an unquenchable and undeniable mass that was steadily rising in her chest.

Values were more than they should be and motivation was teetering on the brink of insanity: whether or not to go beyond what was safe or just give up and accept what was happening.

It was a matter to ponder over but it seemed that the scales were tipped ever so slightly towards fixing the problem to arrive at a solution that wouldn’t complicate her emotions or perspective.

It must be defeated. It must be vanquished. It must be conquered. She would not sit idly by and regard the mess that she had tangled her fingers into, establishing a complex and intricate web in which to extract her digits.

Regarding digits on the face with the digits of the arms– Just to slim the midline to allow it further endurance.