Breaking the scale (Sequel to Bulimia) ✓

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"So, Angelica, who's your favourite model?", Martha, the nurse asked me while I was sitting on the table to eat soup and bread. She decided to company me and honestly, I didn't mind at all, she was really nice.

Swallowing the warm soup and feeling the warmness hit the back of my throat, I raised my head up to Martha and looked at her before saying, "honestly, a lot. I don't know, I like a lot of models, like Helena Christensen for example". She nodded, "I see". She stayed silent again before asking,"do you want to be a model though?", and I stopped eating at that moment. It has always been in the back of my mind, I've always wanted to be a model, to be slim and petite, and have their long legs. I didn't hesitate more before replying, "Yes, I would love to be a model". She nodded silently before smiling again and saying, "Well I hope you become one. I have to go now to check up on other patients, I'll be back soon". I smiled at her before nodding,"okay"

"Oh, and Angelica?" She called again before leaving. I looked up to her, acknowledging her to talk, "models weigh 121 pounds", she smiled again before leaving.