The Thigh Gap Experiment

Chapter One Breakfast

"What do you want this morning, hun?" My mom smiled sweetly at me as I took a seat at our wooden ,kitchen table having just came down from the stairs after getting ready for school. My eyes flickered around the kitchen, thinking for a moment of the food my mothe had bought yesterday at the grocery
store as my stomach grumbled loudly, begging to be filled with food.

"Poptarts, eggs, and a bowl of Apple Jacks," I replied, grinning, my stomach growling once again at just the thought of food. The last thing I had eaten was two bowls of Bunny Trail ice-cream at two in the morning after devouring a king sized KitKat bar , so I definitely needed a bunch food. It was already 6 in the morning and I was used to eating every three hours, so I was already an hour past due.

"Lilith, don't you think that's a little much? I heard you go in the kitchen for food after dinner last night," my dad said ,concerned. "You sure you don't have a worm in there eating all that food for you?"  My face heated up in embarrassment as I looked down at the pop tarts mom had put on a plate in front of me,  nibbling at the edge of one before even responded"I was just getting water," I replied a little too defensively with a shrug.

"Tell that to the bag of empty potato chips, i'd bet they'd love to hear that excuse," my sister , Ana, snickered at me, pulling out a chair and grabbing the poptart I hadn't shoved in my mouth and eaten already. Her perfect beach blonde hair shone in the kitchen light making her blue eyes pop. If anyone were to just look at us they wouldn't know we were sisters. She favored my mom the most, I on the other hand favored my dad.

She was a 17 year old tall natural blonde with blue eyes and an amazing tan. Her legs were long, and she had large breasts and a equally large bottom. Her stomach was flat, making them look that much better. The only ugly thing about her was her nasty attitude.

I, however, was a short girl who looked like a ghost. I guess the Irish from my dad rubbed off on me more than it did on her, because I had the green eyes from my father as well. Luckily, me and my sister did share one trait, our blonde hair, but that was it. My mother always said she was surprised my hair didn't turn out red.

The worst part about being siblings with Ana  is that I was fat and ugly, eating at every chance I could, even if I wasn't hungry. She barely ate anything and was incredibly tiny. Mom blamed it on a difference of bone structure, but I knew it was just the fact that I was a 230 pound 16 year old.

"Shut up," I shot back at her, my mom setting down a bowl of cereal in front of my plate. I didn't have time to listen to her response before I began to stuff my face. I could feel cold milk run down my chin as the red and green circles were pushed into my mouth, bits of the food getting pushed out in the process of more being put in.

"That's disgusting," she huffed, getting out her chair and going into her room I presumed, leaving half a poptart on a napkin, which I ate after my cereal was out of the way.

"It's really not healthy to eat this much ,Hunny," my mom said, not even getting onto my sister for her rudeness. Anger flared up in me , but I pushed it aside as eggs were piled on my plate.

After breakfast my stomach felt uncomfortably full . Groaning softly,I knocked on my sister's bedroom door before telling her it was tome to go to school. She came out a few seconds later, looking me up and down before grunting in disapproval.

"You're really going to school looking like that?" She asked, commenting on my messy hair in a bun, no makeup, and sweats, the only thing currently fitting me. I just rolled my eyes and walked past her, heading out the house before telling my parents that we were leaving for school. It was hot outside and I began to sweat as I waited for my sister to unlock the car,me having forgotten she had the keys still. She drove us to school anyways, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Awh, too much exercise already? Just by walking to the car?" She mocked me, talking in a way you would to a baby. "Just shut up and drive us to school," She obviously had no idea how much her words hurt me, or at least she didn't acknowledge it, because the whole way to school I cried silently, my face pressed to the window.