The problems of us

Chapter 12: muffin top

(*Sorry i took so long to update! I wrote the whole thing a while ago but it got deleted so i had to
re-write it all! -_-)*

**song of the chapter will be The Hanging Tree (MockingJay sound track) if you listen to the version by Jennifer Lawrence it kinda fits perfectly! Besides i love that song!**

"Pristine my darling! How are you!? Have you been eating healthy!? You look wonderful! Look who we brought!" Her mom bursts the second we opened the door.

She seems confident, she has blond hair, blue eyes and the perfect figure, pretty much a living barbie.

The younger version of her is standing beside her, shes probably 15 years old or so.

No wonder Pristine feels the need to be perfect.

Her dad is muscular and has a sharp jaw line, he's fairly attractive for a man his age.

"Mom, this is my new friend Luna!" She introduces happily.

Although i can tell shes not actually happy. Her hand is shaking in mine.

I squeeze her hand in hope of comforting her.

She squeezes back instantly.

Her mom inspects me carefully before speaking "what are you here for then?"

I cant say eating disorder, she will think I'm too fat to have one. It would just be embarrassing.

Maybe ill just say anxiety.... No actually ill tell her depression.

"Umm, depression and self harm." I mumble.

She nods her head and comes closer to me, scanning me up and down.

"You know, you should try weight loss pills or even laxatives, thats what i used and it got rid if my muffin top! You may want to do that too.." She states.

"MOM!" Pristine yells in anger while i just look down to my waistline and gently touch my fat.

Shes right. Ive heard the pills dont work but ill just have to restrict more, maybe i could try lax but im not a fan of that.

told you, your a fat waste of space. You need me, you need to try harder. STARVE.

I will.

"What? Its true, im just trying to help! Besides if she gets skinnier maybe she wont be as depressed." Her mum says in monotone.

"SHUT UP! I hate you. I may have mental disorders but you just.... You just make it all worse! You don't even care about me!" Pristine explodes as tears roll down her cheeks.

I wish i could take away all her pain so she can just enjoy her child hood.

"How dare you! Shes fat i was going to help her but you know what forget it! I don't want you being friends with her anymore! Got it?"

As they continue to argue i feel a judgmental stare at the side of my head.

I look over to the 15 year old girl whom is staring at me with distaste.

What did i ever do to her?

Its because your a fat pig.

The dad is looking at me too but with a more questioning gaze.

I dont like this attention.

No. No no no no.

I feel a panic attack coming.

Deep breaths.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

"What the hell is she doing?" The mini barbie asks rudely.