Getting thin

01

Ring

Ring

Ring

I open my eyes and sigh.

I reach beside me and pick up my phone

I answer.

"Hello"

"Bri, where are you? I've been waiting in front of the school for you."

I pull the phone away from my ear and see that I'm 10 minutes late. My alarm must not of gone off.

I hop out of bed

"I slept in. Give me 10 minutes I'll be there."

I hear an exhale though the phone.

"Okay, see you then."

I hang up and head to my closet.

I take off my pajamas and toss them to the floor.

I take a minute to look at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall next to my closet.

I see my face first.

My brunette hair is in a messy bun, stray hairs flying everywhere.

There's dark circles under my murky green eyes.

My eyes go further down, to my shoulders.

I dance my fingers over my collarbones

They're there. But they should be a lot more prominent.

I reluctantly look at my stomach, and nearly gag.

FAT

FAT

FAT

FAT

I grab at it in disgust.

Handfuls of fat.

I look away from the mirror and spot my scale.

Time for a weigh in.

I step on the scale, and it takes me a few seconds to work up the courage to look down.

102.3

+.7

I gained nearly a pound in a day.

My eyes fill with tears.

I put the scale back,

and grab the first clothes i see.

Black tank and black leggings.

Most of my wardrobe was black, so this wasn't a surprise.

I put the pants on

Thank god black hids fat.

But my thunder thighs are still visible.

I think about just putting on loose sweats

But everyone knows I'm fat anyway.

I put on the tank top next.

My fat rolls are bulging

Trying to rip my shirt to pieces.

I put a sweater over it.

Its 90°

I'd be cold anyway.

I shut my closet and grab my bag that was hanging on the back of my door.

I put it on and head downstairs.

My mother Krystal is in the kitchen

"Thanks for waking me up"

She looks up from her coffee and sighs.

"You're 14 Brianne, you're old enough to wake yourself up."

I roll my eyes and open the refrigerator

It's nearly bare. Krystal has never went grocery shopping

my Step-Father John, who usually does it hasn't been home in a few days.

I grab a bottle of 0 calorie refreshing water and shut the door

"Would you like breakfast?"

I would love some.

"No time, I'm late."

"You have time for a banana, a granola bar?"

I don't have time for a banana (105 calories) or a granola bar (140 calories)

I shake my head.

"Ill get something at school."

She takes a sip of her coffee, loaded with sugar (64 calories) and creamer (68 calories)

Are you sure?

No

"Yes. I'm sure."

Before she can say another word, I'm out the door.