Breaking Point [Watty's 2015]

The Before

I heard my alarm buzz beside my bed, and I shut it off, groaning. I was exhausted. Grabbing my phone on the bedside table, I checked the weather for today -- 81 and sunny.

I was going to be freezing.

I took a quick shower, pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and raked my damp hair into a ponytail. I put on my makeup, eager to get to school. It's the one place where no one is pressuring me to eat.

As I go to put on my lipstick, I noticed my lips are slightly blue.  I ignored it. It must be a side affect from all the loss...

I ran downstairs, said hi to my mom, and clicked on the TV. School didn't start for another 30 minutes. I had some time.

"Sweetie, aren't you going to eat any breakfast?" my mom called from the living room.

"No, I'm really not that hungry," I lied. It's become a reflex.

"Okay. Well, make sure you pack some lunch for later. I have to leave for work now; I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay, bye, love you," I called. 

Lunch? Ha.

I got up as soon as she left, and ran to the bathroom to purge again. It was an addiction. My life was all about numbers now. My clothes size, my weight, how many weeks since the rejection happened. (00, 89, 6.5.)

Keep going, Chubby, I thought.

Retching one final time, I stood up and flush, wiping my mouth with a tissue as I left.

Time for school.