A short story about a 16 year old girl who is anorexic. Her parents are divorced, so she lives with her drunk, abusive father. A voice inside her mind forces her to make a lot of... changes...
***I Don't Eat Cupcakes*** "Cupcake?" I eyed the sugary snack and willed myself not to stuff the whole thing in my mouth. "No thanks. I'm not hungry." Lie "I ate before I got here." Lie "So I'm pretty full." In case you haven't guessed it yet that was also a big. fat. lie. Now why would I not want to eat a perfectl...
all that she ever wanted in life was to be skinny. and nothing that he did would change that. // rewriting; no updates until fully rewritten
about a broken girl who tried everything to be good enough for a boy and the girl who destroyed her. highest ranking: #42 in short story (9/8) COMPLETED: 11/18/16
"Slut." "Worthless." "Fat." "Ugly." "Whore." "Waste of space." These things are what Darcy Evans has been known as her whole life. At home and school. Every where she goes. She believes the things she's heard, if you hear anything too much you'll eventually start to believe it. She doesn't think she deserves to...
"Why do you have so much self confidence? Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? if you haven't, let me help you. you look like Gloria from Madagascar." This runs in Iz's mind 24/7. She wants to prove whoever told this to her, wrong. To what extent will she go? Will it ruin her life? She doesn't care. All she...
"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//
Why me? Why did I have to be part of that 2% of people with eating disorders? Why did I have to be juggled between treatment centers and doctors during the "best" years of my life? This is a memoir about eating disorders, yes, but not about having on, about where life leaves you afterwards.
"It started with fasting for a day. That day turned into two. Then three. Then four. Then I binged. I purged. I fasted. At first I just wanted to get to 120 pounds. Then 110. Once I hit 110 I wanted 100. I was at a size zero. I loved that number for some odd reason. Soon that number took over my life. Now, at 90 pound...
You know you’re obsessed with it when you look at your self every time you walk past a mirror or something that reflects you. You know you’re obsessed when you think of the food you don’t want to want to eat hours before lunch. You know you’re obsessed when in class you measure you thighs or when you stare at you stom...
