Anorexia

sarah

I woke up with sweat all over me, I looked at the alarm clock that read 6:00 am. Shit I'm gonna be late. I hopped out of bed and ran to my closet. I yanked off my tank top and studied my small figure body in the full length mirror hanging on the door. You can see my collar bone and all 6 of my ribs. My skin clung to my body so tight that sometimes it hurts to breath. But you know what I see? Fat. That's all I see, I hate my body. My mother keeps saying I'm fat. Everyone says I'm fat. I found my over sized Nike sweater and yanked it on my head. I put on some sweats and vans and ran downstairs toward the kitchen. I climbed the counter and opened a cabnit. I moved some things around and found my weight loss pills. Taking two pills out of the small container I popped them in my mouth dry and swallowed em. I heard pans crashing and put everything back as it was and spun around seeing my mother rocking back and forth with bloodshot eyes. "Why goodmorrrrninggg sweeettieeeeessss" she slurred. "Morning mom". Smelling alcohol and Marijuana all over her. She does this everyday since dad left her 2 years ago. He sends me gift cards on my birthday and Christmas but that's it. He has his perfect family now. I'm just garbage. I tried pushing past her but she stopped me. "God sarahhh you look awful. You finally loosing weight I see. Well you will alwayyyysss look like a fat ass to me you freak. I wish you weren't my kid you pathetic excuse for a human" she spat. " now listen here mom. Just because dad fucking left doesn't mean you can go smoke and drink every night coming home in the morning and think everything is fine and dandy. Now I'm going to school" I shoved passed her and walked out the doors to my beautiful sapphire colored truck.