[ WP ] For one day , everyone 's lies come true .

This was far in the past, back when I was still young, beautiful, and narcissistic. For a whole day, every lie became truth. Nobody knows why or how it happened, nor did the people control how fate would make the lie into truth. It was something like a gamble, like a malicious genie interpreting your wishes in the worst way possible. However, there was a catch, the lie that became truth, would not turn back into a lie, not on that day, not ever. There were only 24 hours of that weird effect, called curse by some and blessing by others, but there was no limit on how long the effects of that day lasted. 
 
 There were many stories of what had happened. I heard about a man who bragged about being the most successful of his family, and so he became. He himself did n't change, but all his family was struck by waves of misfortune that only ended when he killed himself. I heard the same story about another person, who told the same lie, trying not to be ridiculed by his siblings, however this time, the liar was blessed with good luck and no misfortune struck his family. Thinking back, it might have had something to do with the intention of the person, whether it was good or bad. It seems to make sense, but how can I, who was also cursed, make this judgement? Who is it that can define whether something is good or bad? Is there even good and bad? 
 
 I wonder, if it happened again, how would it fare? Would you tell a lie wanting it to become true? Do you trust cosmic judgement? 
 
 But I digress. Nobody wants to hear an old wrinkly woman's mutterings, you only asked for my story, and I shall tell you. I was not mean, maybe whimsical or perhaps egotistical, but not mean. I craved for attention, it was something like a vice, an addiction. I would expose myself hoping that people would compliment me. At first, I did n't have to say anything and my feed would flood with messages saying how beautiful I was. But it did n't last long, as the cravings got stronger, I started scaling. I asked my friends to post pictures of me and ask for compliments; the tagline would read something like `` how many likes does this girl deserve'', but in bad grammar. 
 
 Afterwards, no friend wanted to do this for me, so, like a junkie looking for a fix, I want down a deep hole and resorted to criticizing myself publicly only to be consoled by people. I would lie for that, I just wanted compliments, I just wanted people to say how beautiful I was. And, thinking like that, The day happened. My lie became true, and my once beautiful body forever changed due to a simple tagline: `` Look at how fat I am''. 
 
 It might look like I have come to terms with my situation, but deep down I did not. I was humbled, but certain nights I can not help but to look myself in the mirror, thinking about how it went wrong, wishing that That day would come back, and asking: `` Darling, do I look fat?''
