"Thanks." I mumble as the lady leads me to my room.
The side closest to the door is fully decorated, my roommate is obviously a fan of bright colors based on all the things hanging from the wall.
I make my way to my side of the room.
A suitcase and a bag sit on top of the bed.
What could my parents have packed me?
I start by opening the bag, inside are things I need to shower, and brush my hair, and teeth, basic hygiene items. But no makeup.
I zip up the bag and unzip the suitcase.
One by one I take out each item and start to sort.
They put a few pairs of black leggings in there, knowing that they are what I wear daily. They gave me quite a few long sleeve tops, the basic baggy ones I wear daily, like the one I currently have on.
As I continue to unpack I notice all of these things I would never wear.
Why would they even pack shorts?
Especially in January?
Why would I ever wear shorts?
And numerous short sleeve tops?
They know I would never wear any of this.
So, why would they even pack it?
When I finally take everything out of the suitcase I stare at the piles.
They didn't even bother packing me shoes, my white sneakers must be good enough. They are all I really wear anyway.
I pick up a pair of shorts and stare at them.
Why would these be in here?
And numerous pairs too?
"Sunday is shorts day, and luckily for you, you are a day late." A girl with red hair says from the doorway of the room. "I'm Kayla, you must be my new roommate." She adds before walking into the room.
"I'm Sierra." I tell her as she sits on her bed. "There is a shorts day?" I ask her, dreading the day that comes.
"Sadly yes. Trust me we all hate it." She tells me.
Currently Kayla wears a loose short sleeve top with leggings.
"But these probably wont even fit me." I say, holding them up. "I haven't worn shorts since I weighed over double what I do now." I say out loud.
"Wow, there are no way those will fit you if you have lost half your body weight. But I am sure they would look great on you if they did fit." She tells me.
"Stop lying like everyone else. Why are you even here, you don't seem like you have anything wrong with you?" I ask her. "But I don't have anything wrong me wither, I guess." I add.
"Oh, Sierra, I remember when I thought that. Then the harsh reality hit, I realized I had a problem. I realized that starving myself isn't worth it. That anorexia isn't worth my life. I am just a few pounds away from leaving this place for good." She tells me.
"But I don't get why I am even here." I tell her.
"Sierra, I am assuming it is anorexia you have, and trust me, I have dealt with this. You don't realize what is wrong until you start to get better. Soon you will see how beautiful you are." Kayla tells me, trying to boost my self esteem.
"I am not beautiful, why do people keep saying that?" I ask her.
Does everyone just know to tell me the same lie?
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Thin Line
Dla nastolatkówSierra Stevens was seen by everyone as the definition of perfect. Everyone, except for herself. When she looked in the mirror all she could do is hate what she saw. Justin Allen has never been one to stand out in a crowd, he has lived normally for m...
