Starved to Perfection
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Last published Wed, Jun 30, 2021
I am a girl.
Is it weird to think that just saying "I am a girl," makes people assume that the next few lines are going to automatically include a damsel in distress, a love story or a transformation story? This is a cliché story absolutely; however, it does not entail such a spin.
"How can you be a sixteen-year-old girl with so many problems?"
"You just need to let things go."
"You're just a kid, and there's so much you haven't done yet."
I'm hungry. I am always hungry. Sometimes I'm not sure what for, but this is my story.
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Ellie Scott is a normal girl, with a normal life and normal problems. Lately, she's been hating herself more than usual. She doesn't understand how far this deep hatred goes, but it's a long tunnel, one she will have a hard time getting out of.
But then she meets someone; someone who sees through her. Up until that moment, nothing had been exceptional. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was a shift, one she wasn't prepared for. She doesn't know how to deal with someone who makes her feel as though her life is lacking.
A crush on a teacher.
A first love turned best friend.
A cute boy at school.
Three friends that are more like sisters.
A family that loves each other.
Pretty full picture, right?
Enter a stranger.
And suddenly, the picture is incomplete.
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I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.
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