Why Is Life Never Fair?

She stood with her back on the door, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to steady her breath and shook away her colleagues' haunting stares. But they continued to stare in the darkness. The senior writer, the assistant editor, the desktop publisher. They were still staring at her through the washroom door. The waitress at the diner; the young women at the other table; the taxi driver staring at her from the rear mirror; the woman on the platform; the college girl on the subway. They continued to stare at her from where she couldn't see.
Her stomach roiled and stirred. What she ate was disgusting. She was disgusting. She felt a lump in her throat. Her breathe quickened. The revolting taste in her mouth grew unbearable. She flung opened her
Before she headed out from home, she checked her weight on the scale. Three bites of sandwich, a slice of pizza, and she had gained another 0.3kg. Why is life never fair?
Harry wasn't home yet when she went out to the park for a jog. He was always working extra hours, and they had to have dinner later than usual all the time. Harry's sister had warned them of the danger of irregular meals, including getting obese, but Harry never cared about Emily's weight. He didn't care anything about Emily any more.
Emily got changed into her running attire, and began her round at the park. Before long, she was sweating profusely and panting like a dog. She forced herself to run a little longer and further, but finally had to pause at one third of the round of jog.
She crashed onto the bench by the jogging path, and took gulps of water. She was already soaking wet in sweats. She tried to catch her breath while looking absent-mindedly at the people in the park. The joggers, the family taking a stroll in the park, and the old men playing chess.
Then, she noticed them again. The stares. Her heartbeat drummed against her ears, as she felt the familiar uneasiness growing inside her. The jogger was staring at her. The family strolling was staring at her. The old men were staring amidst their chess
She was sitting on the bench, panting and sweating like a pig. Fat, lazy and useless. What these people were thinking, staring at her? Oh my god, that fat lady, can she really jog? Why does she eat so much and let herself become this obese? She must eat like a bear. Get some self-control, greedy lazy-bum.
Emily wanted to stand up from the bench and stopped being lazy. But her legs were hurting and she could hardly breathe. She looked up to the burning evening sky. Gentle breeze dried her sweat as she tried to forget the stares following her. But they wouldn't stop. They wouldn't stop staring at her, she knew it. They would never ever stop.
Anger and shame boiled and turned in her. Anger towards herself and those who kept staring at her. Why wouldn't they stop? Leave me alone.
The jogging plan that day had to stop short. Emily went back home after finally picking herself up from the bench in the park. She decided the stares were too much for her to continue jogging in the park. Maybe she should buy a treadmill to run at home.
Harry got home at nine o'clock and he decided to go to the same diner they went last night. "I like their salad," he said. His phone wouldn't stop