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"Lia, it'd be good to see you for Thanksgiving dinner, I'm sure they'd give you time off to be with family," My step-mother tells me over the phone.
"I'm good, I need to focus on my work," I tell her, making up excuses. "It's not like they won't give me time off, I want to stay to help out."
It has been months since I quit. I had lost merely 20 pounds, from my fatty 143.5, and one of my coworkers started to question if everything was okay. I couldn't let anyone catch on to what was going on, so I turned in my two weeks the next day. I turned in a new application at a local library, filled with eldery women who were losing their eyesight, this would prevent them from recognizing my inevitable thinness.
"Alright, well make sure you come see us for Christmas," She sighs.
She's disappointed, but she'll just have to recognize that it's only due to the fact that I refuse to allow them to worry about me. If I showed up to the Thanksgiving dinner, they'd fatten me up. Force the slimy red cranberry sauce (86 calories) down me throat, followed by the dry turkey (125) that's bound to stick in the back of my throat. Alone that's 211 calories. But that wouldn't suffice for them. Salad (18), topped with either french dressing (73) or ranch (145), a dinner roll (77), mash potatoes (214). Not to forget a slice of pumpkin pie (323). This could end up with 916 calories, or 988, based upon the dressing used. I haven't hit 500 calories in almost 4 months, less alone near to 1,000.
"Yeah, I'll definitely be there," I told her. This was nothing more than a lie. I had no more intention on seeing her or my father for Christmas.
"Alright, I'll see you then."
"Bye."
"Bye, we love you."
I pressed the red button on my phone to hang up.
They may love me, but they don't- can't understand. They most likely won't ever understand why this is so important to me. The perfection I need to achieve. A normal human skeleton weighs about 15% of the living human body. I'll allow myself a good amount of weight in order to remain alive, but I must achieve 75 pounds. I must achieve this, I must beat Cassie.
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Wintergirls (the Unpublished Chapters)
FanfictionThese are the unpublished chapters of Wintergirls, taking place four years after the main story. [I am not the actual writer, and these are not canon chapters. This was written for a High School Project]