Getting thin

04

Krystal isnt happy

when Emma shows up with her duffle bag.

"She can't keep staying here Brianne, she has her own family."

She doesnt understand.

After a few minutes of begging,

and promising to do all my chores

she let's Emma stay.

Our first sleep over was 10 months ago.

Emma had moved to my school

in the middle of last  year.

and we became

best friends.

instantly.

She had told me how awful her parents were

(who were going througha divorce at the time, that didnt last.)

and after only knowing her for a few weeks,

I invited her for a sleepover.

It was like any other sleepover,

until Emma noticed my moms scale in the bathroom.

"We should see who weighs the most."

Before then i had never really thought about my weight.

I guess i was "average" then.

I agree

eager to please my new friend.

She removes her shirt and shorts then steps on.

132 pounds

With a blank expression,

she tells me to get on.

I take off my clothes too, and step on.

Without any hesitation I look down.

128 pounds.

I step off and return the scale back to its spot.

Emma is upset, and leaves the bathroom.

"I'm so fat!"

she repeats, over and over.

I try to tell her otherwise but she doesn't listen.

She changes the subject instantly

but the next morning, she weighs herself again.

133 pounds

She comes back to the room,

and takes a piece off paper off my desk.

She writes down her weight.

Then on another she writes down my weight.

"Lets lose weight together, okay?"

She gives me a second to think before she speaks again.

"I can't do this alone Brianne. Please?"

I nod.

"Okay, ill lose weight with you"

That was the last day I didn't worry about calories

and the last day I was okay with my body.

As soon as we get upstairs

she goes straight to my closet and gets out my scale.

She removes her sweater, but leaves her leggings on

Stepping on the scale, she takes a deep breath.

98.9 pounds

She lights up instantly.

I look at the scale from behind her

and my stomach sinks.

I know for a fact I'm bigger than her.

I tell her I don't want to weigh myself.

But she insists

"Please, Bri."

She gives me the puppy dog look

the one she knows

makes me melt.

Reluctantly I step on the scale.

103.1 pounds

I burst into tears.

I'm just getting

fatter

and

fatter

and

fatter.

Emma reaches over and hugs me.

"It's okay, Brianne."

I shake my head and continue to cry.

I stumble to my bed and lie down.

Emma lies besides me and holds me.

"Don't give up. We can do this, I promise."