I waited for the bus Monday morning in shorts and a tank top. One of the perks of the summer. I hated showing any parts of my flabby body. I usually covered up in a sweatshirt and sweat pants even in the warm temperatures but last year I passed out while getting off the bus since it was 90 degrees. Since then my mom made sure I wore lighter clothes. But I just slipped into my sweats as soon as I was under cover of the bus.
I met up with Sasha at my locker, which was right next to hers.
. She was glowing as usual, in her razorback tank and her, too short for the dress code, shorts. I greeted her with a hug. We chatted about our weekends while the other kids shuffled around us. When the bell rang we went our separate ways to our homerooms. Once in the classroom I got a pass to the bathroom.
I bet you know what’s coming.
I knelt to the cold tiled ground right in front of the toilet and proceeded to jab my finger into the back of my throat. I made sure to do this until I saw all the contents of my breakfast staring back at me. Of course I checked the stalls before I did this but I always felt the sense someone was watching me. Once I was finished I shoved my body off the floor and went to the sink where I washed out my mouth, straightened my hair and plastered the all too familiar smile on to my face.
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Not Perfect
Teen FictionBritt is a teenage girl who is fighting with bulimia. After her dad walked out on her and her mom, and her older brother moved out two years ago with out notice, she began to feel she couldnt control her own l...
