Random things I wrote

The ballerina

She was graceful and elegant like ever ballerina. Every twirl she did or move she made it was as if she was dancing on air.

She was something every boy wanted and every girl envied at her figure but her personality won them all, her beautiful tinkling laugh and the soft soothing sound of her voice.

Her perfectly drawn face and small button noise made her look like a innocent child but that was fat from the truth.

Her eyes. They were so beautiful it took your breath away they drew you in the swirls of colors grey, blue and green. They always seemed lit wth happiness and kindness but always concealed the truth.

She had was not very tall but and average height, but every step she took you would think she was as high as the sky. Her beautiful defined curves and thin stomach, were the only evidence you knew of the truth.

She always thought, believed, that she had to be perfect for people to accept her as a child she was never accepted but thrown to the side and bullied because of her fat like figure , she was kind and caring and didn't care about other opinions but there is only so much a person can actually take...

At twelve years old in the middle of the night she snuck into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror and stared at herself. It doesn't matter what they think. She thought. But another voice whispered ever so lightly 'Does it really not matter?'

"Yes" she whispered to herself.

Are you sure? Maybe your not good enough.

"I-"

Maybe they think your a useless fat blob.

"No but-"

Do you think you parents really love you? A fat pathetic person like you? All you do is eat eat and eat. Don't you want to be perfect for everyone and let them except you.

She nodded slowly.

Look at yourself please just look at yourself  and tell me well people really accept you?

She shook her head and tears brimmed her eyes.

She knelt down too the toilet seat and shoved her fingers down her throat.

Day after day she did this and day after day she said she would stop and she would be in control but it became an obsession an addiction.

All she wanted was to be pretty and be accepted, she didn't want to be the second choice, or the fat kid, she wanted people to love her and the only way she knew was to look perfect and pretty.

She knows she has fallen to deep and will never escape, she knows if her parents find out they would be disappointed and upset then never knew or helped and she didn't want that. She didn't want them to know, she didn't want them to feel guilty. So she never told them or anyone but she dance.

She dance as gracefully as she could.

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I hope you enjoyed this I wrote with a lot of emotion in this chapter and stuff I don't know but it just made me tear and feel this kind of sadness writing this.