Red Band Society: Perfect-ish

Chapter 10: Forgetting the forgotten

I woke up in my bed the next morning with my hair in a mess, still in last nights outfit. At least, I did not eat anything. That was good! Right? I hoped.

I got up and dressed myself appropriately and brushed my wavy chestnut colored hair. It always puffed out when I brushed it and I always put it up. But not today! I wanted to look nice today, to go along with my work in progress body.

To me, my body was like a construction zone; takes to long to look pretty and nice and always annoys people. That's how I felt, and that's what the voice in my head told me I should feel. But why?

I walked out of my room to see my parents standing at the nurses station speaking to Nurse Jackson and another woman I did not recognize. As I inched closer, I realized they were talking about my therapy.

" Morning sleepyhead!" said my mother. she had called me that every morning since I was five and it was always annoying but today it was comforting. Just to be able to see a familiar face and to be able to know somebody did care.

"Hi," I replied sleepily. After conversing with my parents about everything happening, the therapist described what my new life will be like, living here at the hospital. They spoke to me about the worst thing about the therapy: weigh in. I have been counting calories for around six months and watched what I ate but never really fasted until recently. I weighed myself everyday and hated it so much that sometimes, I skipped doing it because I seemed so fat and I didn't want to be. I wanted to be thin. That's all.

My first weigh in was that day at 5:00 pm on the dot. Brittany came in at lunch and left food by my bed. I ate half a sandwich and added it to my calories. I left the rest there and she came in and told how happy she was I ate. I mean, that was the only reason I was here; to make the doctors feel like they accomplished something or that they magically made me better. They just want to think that,but they never want to face the truth.