Breaking the scale (Sequel to Bulimia) ✓

15

7 years later..

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, I looked at my now toned legs after playing sports a lot, I looked at my friends and mates and watched all their happy faces while talking and laughing. I looked at everything around me. I stood there patiently waiting for my turn, and when my turn came, I walked and showed off the new dress for the year on the runaway. Lots of pictures were taken, along with famous people there watching me, and looking at their faces, they didn't seem to be disappointed or any hint of sadness of annoyance on their face from seeing me, I walked back and saw my friends, we greeted each other and talked and while looking at them one specific person caught my eye. I excused my friends and hugged the woman, who was there for me and helped me recover, kept track with me after I got out of the ward.

Now, I'm 25, a model, 120 pounds, I'm proud of myself, needless to say, when a few years ago doubting my weight was eating me, and now, here I am, breaking the scale

"Hey Martha"

The End.