Isabela Moner as Dylan Lockhorn
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Dylan didn't know what to think when she went home that day.
Alone. That's what she was left with. Silence surrounded her like a safety blanket she has grown to love and depend on after all these years.
At least now she could do what she thought what helping her, but in all honesty was literally killing her.
Her mother had went grocery shopping that day as Dylan walked into the kitchen and see the cabinets and fridge full of foods.
Many different varieties that used to bring her joy now only bring her sorrow. She found a box of cookies on the lowest shelf and began shoving them down her throat.
When more than half the box was gone she went into the bathroom across the hall and locked the door. She put the seat up and rammed her fingers down her throat. The pain was numb now as she did it, different from the very first time.
She thought back to that very day. A commercial had come on the T.V. Dylan was about to change it, only until she heard the word.
"Fat."
All it took was that one word to make her rethink the bag of popcorn and can of Coke in her hands the minute. She was disgusted to say the least. She got up from her bed and walked over to her mirror and saw a wide looking girl in front of her. She lifted her shirt and saw what looked to her as a gut, but was a thin stomach.
She knew she wanted to change that vision. At school, she would hear the popular talk about other girl. They would make rumors saying that they had bulimia. When she went home she asked her mother what bulimia was.
'It's where you make you self throw up, honey. Why are you asking me?'
She told her mother she was just curious, but not that she was planning to do it to herself.
The front door brought Dylan to her senses. She heard her mother call out that she was home.
"Dylan, are you here?"
She didn't want to answer, but knew she had to. "Yeah, just in the bathroom."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just fixing myself up a little."
"Ok. Well honey, we're having guest over for dinner, so do you think you could maybe get a little dressy tonight."
She thought about it for a minute. "Yeah sure, mom."
"Ok. Dinner will be at 7. Are you sure you're ok?"
Dylan rolled her eyes. She knew here mother loved her, but knew she didn't care. She never did.
"Just fine, mom." she didn't get a replie so she assumed her mother had went to the kitchen.
When Dylan stepped in to the kitchen, she saw her mother eyeballing the cookies.
"Did you seriously eat all those? Dylan, come on."
"Sorry, I skipped lunch. I was a little hungry." well now those cookies are in the toilet.
"I don't care if you eat, but that many, do you want to be in the same place as you were a year ago? Dylan."
She knew this conversation was going to head down that road, it always did. It was always about her weight. And if In the beginning the hateful words and weight loss brochures weren't enough. No matter what she did she was never skinny enough. So her mother had hired a profession trainer in hopes that Dylan would lose the amount.
