SCARLET'S REBIRTH

Atelophobia

"Perfectionism dosent make you feel perfect, it makes you feel inadequate."
........... Maria Shriver

Before I start, I would like to apologize for any mistakes, typos and errors as English is not my first language. Please do not hesitate to point out those errors and put down your comments.
I hope you like scarlet

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The continuous buzzing of my alarm clock from my bedstand disrupted my nerve calming beauty sleep. It was just 5:30am and I wasn't super pumped. I hated waking up this early. I reluctantly rolled to the right side of my bed and switched off the alarm. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and reached for my eye contacts from the top drawer of my bedstand. I carefully slipped them into my eyes to avoid spending 30 minuites of my time searching for them if they were to drop to the floor by mistake. I was a pro at his and didn't need a mirror to do this. I had even stopped getting my eyes teary in the process. I slipped on my lavender colour fluffy slippers and stretched my hands in a yawn.

I normally didn't wake up this early, but today was different.
I was finally going to return to New York with my mum. Manhattan, the upper east side of New York city.

It's been 3years. Three long years since I moved to London with my mum when she got transferred to work as a manager in one of the branches of the S Magazine she worked for. I had been very eager to flee from Manhattan and all its Social madness and school problems. The promotion and moving to London had been my saving grace.

Just last month, she had been promoted and has been sent back to new York. This time it was a massive promotion as she was to be the head of a new branch of S Magazine in Manhattan.

I was partly excited because I would be seeing my dad. Well it's been a whole year since he had the time to visit. But at the same time I was nervous. I was going back. Back to where it all began.

I slid off my bed and walked sluggishly to my massive wardrobe. Last night I had spent it all packing and making sure everything was ready and in the right place. My mom had told me earlier that I didn't need to pack all my stuff that I could just give them away because everything I needed was in our new house.

That was satisfying enough, however after giving out most of my things I probably wouldn't be in need of, I still had tons of stuff left.

I picked up a small lilac box. It contained pictures of my childhood and early teens. I looked through the pictures. They looked nothing like the present me.

I had transformed from a chubby almost obese young girl to a size six. Now I was a stunning size 4.
It was a long process however I felt more comfortable in my new body.

It felt different.
I received more attention than was was necessary. Yeah most girls would gawk at me when I walked down the streets and most people turned to stare. I received compliments everywhere I went and when I stepped out on the streets people often looked at me as if to ask how I managed to fit into my dresses.

The process hadn't been easy, I had to quit tons of things I liked and picked up new eating habits.
I was on a constant diet.

Looking at the mirror wasn't difficult anymore.
I had grown to love the new Scarlet I had become.. Or so I thought.

Going through the pictures brought back ugly memories. Back then at Bestow High School. I had just one friend.
Katie Lee.
She was the only one who stood by me. She wasn't fat or anything close to the ugly me, in fact she was beautiful too and could've belonged to the class of pretty girls who worshipped the Elite; rather she chose to be friends with me.