Good Girls R Bad Girls

Chapter 11: The eating disorders P1. 1

The story I'm about to tell you goes about my worst enemy coming back to bite me in the ass. My own reflection in the mirror.

It was a special day. It was Saturday, and I was to accompany Paul to his parents house. Something about the warmth of my guardian's home was undeniably inviting, so I had no objections about getting up early on a weekend. I was already showered, had my favorite weekend breakfast (nutella toast) and I was rushing to get my phone that was charging when something caught my eye on the way to the nightstand.

The large mirror in the middle of my room was suddenly reflecting an image I hadn't seen in a while. Something seemed off, so I took a closer look at my choice of clothes that day..

Ugh, stupid me. Why did I choose to wear a tank top? It accentuates this annoying extra skin I have on my hips and it makes me feel so uncomfortable. I glanced at my watch, fearing I wouldn't have time to change and then I'd be stuck in these stupid, really tight clothes all day long. What was I thinking?

I much rathered to get an earful, so I practically jumped into my dresser to find clothes that fit me better. A dress. That should do it. It's loose, it's fresh and it doesn't accentuate anything... except my legs. They are looking quite large these days.

My ears shut out to the sound of my apartment's buzzer. He was here, and God knew he wasn't patient. I desperately ran through my dresser trying to figure out what to wear that didn't make me feel so self-conscious. Black, I was in desperate need of something black.

Loose jeans, black shirt and my favorite sneakers, because there was never anything wrong with those. Even when it was an odd choice for me, I accepted it. I was normally a more extravagant, colorful dresser, but my clothes clearly reflected how I was feeling that day. Either way, I was kinda hoping a certain someone didn't notice.

"Finally Jessie. We're going to be late" he rambled on about his obsession with punctuality once I opened the door. Right after that, his eyes scanned carefully my choice of outfit for the occasion and he seemed to think something didn't quite add up.

"What?" I demanded to know what it was that he was staring at me for.

"Nothing. I've just never seen you wear that" he shrugged off the matter at the same time that he pointed out what he was going after. He tended to do that.

"Oh. It's just that..." I tried to come up with a convincing lie under his curious stare. "I ran out of clean clothes" I went with the first thing that popped in my mind. That would definitely be true if it wasn't for the large amount of clothes I possessed.

"I've told you millions of times to have a scheduled laundry day" he started another lecture, this time about my cleaning habits while I followed him quietly to the elevator. I didn't know if he had chosen to ignore the fact that I could have easily just bought new clothes or if he was so busy ranting that the matter had simply skipped his mind.

I tried to keep the subject out of my head and dedicated myself to enjoy a day I had looked up to for a while now. After all, this was just a phase. It'd go away like it had before.

The trip to the Davis's household was pleasant as always. I was treated like a real daughter there, and Paul's mother just loved to pamper the now only girl in the family. When you really think about it, I know how weird that sounds. However, the love beaming from this family was too good to deny, and God knew I needed a little reassurance these days.

My guardian dropped me off back home at the agreeable time, since he didn't want to mess with my sleeping schedule. Little did he know that did not exist on a Saturday for a teenager, but as long as he was busy with his own plans I could get away with going to bed at any time I wanted. It's not like I had school the next day or anything.