Post by CAROLINE BENNETT on Apr 18, 2012 21:43:18 GMT
“Oh em gee, Cara, you have got to try these. They’re so good! Lacey made them…”
The words of the sorority girls did not phase Caroline Bennett one bit as she shook her head in a n opposed manner. The empanadas looked absolutely to die for, steam from being just out of the oven rising over the plate, the smell of apples making their way to Cara’s nose. How long had it been since she had escaped the clinic again? She wasn’t even sure, but the girl was almost positive it had been long enough for her to forget about her past sickness. She was just full..right?
Her stomach growled in protest to her refusal, and the three others looked at her with laughing eyes, as if they were taunting her. “Cara, boo, if you’re not hungry, then why does it sound like you have a fucking animal in your belly? Here, just..let me..” One of them continued to pressure her. “Monica, I swear I just ate! I’ll try one later.” Cara objected, turning her head as one of the brown pastries made its way towards her gloss-covered lips. The truth was, she hadn’t eaten in almost a day and a half now, after being told by a salesperson at a store that she was probably a four in dresses. A four? She could have sworn she was a two. Deciding the four would just not work for her, Cara told herself that it wouldn’t hurt to skip out on a few meals. It’s not like she hadn’t done it before.
“Come on, just take a bite!” the girls yelled simultaneously pushing the large plate towards her. Rolling her eyes, Caroline tore a small piece off one of the top pastries, and with ease, popped it into her mouth. Of course, she smiled to appease the whining ladies, but inside, she felt almost sick. No, it wasn’t bad. It was good; Great, even. She just couldn’t help but feel the weight go straight to her stomach, which to others was already much too flat for someone of her size.
“There! Happy? I’m going upstairs.” Cara excused herself then, pushing from the counter and sauntering up the large staircase that led to her room. Closing the door behind her, she quickly made her way to the bathroom, eyes falling on her reflection. To someone of the outside, she was a pretty girl. Skinny, toned, long hair, pouty lips. She was seemingly beautiful. But Cara, being raised to be absolutely perfect, and spending much of her time in her high school years with the wrong girls, saw a mangled version of herself. Flabby limbs, protruding tummy, everything she didn’t have in actuality.
A tear rolling down her cheek as two fingers pinched her skin on her stomach, the poor girl felt the familiar feeling she hadn’t had in such a long time. Eyes slowly looked downward at the toilet, examining it carefully. No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She wasn’t fat. But, one time wouldn’t hurt, right? It’d been so long, surely she wouldn’t relapse into her old ways. Of course not. Never. Feeling conflicted, the young woman bit her lip, glancing towards the shower. Reaching over, she turned the knob, and the sound of rushing water became loud; Loud enough to block out the sound of her getting rid of her excess “fat”. It’s only one time. It won’t happen again…
After finishing, the drained Cara slouched back onto the floor, back leaning against the wall. Tears were streaming now, the cause from the realization that she had not gotten over her illness. It was too soon. The empty feeling in her stomach caused Cara to rest a hand on it, blue eyes looking down in shame. No one could see her like this. They’d think she was a freak. And, if they saw what she had done, they might send her back to that awful place. Or worse: Home.
Notes: Sorry it’s late (x
The words of the sorority girls did not phase Caroline Bennett one bit as she shook her head in a n opposed manner. The empanadas looked absolutely to die for, steam from being just out of the oven rising over the plate, the smell of apples making their way to Cara’s nose. How long had it been since she had escaped the clinic again? She wasn’t even sure, but the girl was almost positive it had been long enough for her to forget about her past sickness. She was just full..right?
Her stomach growled in protest to her refusal, and the three others looked at her with laughing eyes, as if they were taunting her. “Cara, boo, if you’re not hungry, then why does it sound like you have a fucking animal in your belly? Here, just..let me..” One of them continued to pressure her. “Monica, I swear I just ate! I’ll try one later.” Cara objected, turning her head as one of the brown pastries made its way towards her gloss-covered lips. The truth was, she hadn’t eaten in almost a day and a half now, after being told by a salesperson at a store that she was probably a four in dresses. A four? She could have sworn she was a two. Deciding the four would just not work for her, Cara told herself that it wouldn’t hurt to skip out on a few meals. It’s not like she hadn’t done it before.
“Come on, just take a bite!” the girls yelled simultaneously pushing the large plate towards her. Rolling her eyes, Caroline tore a small piece off one of the top pastries, and with ease, popped it into her mouth. Of course, she smiled to appease the whining ladies, but inside, she felt almost sick. No, it wasn’t bad. It was good; Great, even. She just couldn’t help but feel the weight go straight to her stomach, which to others was already much too flat for someone of her size.
“There! Happy? I’m going upstairs.” Cara excused herself then, pushing from the counter and sauntering up the large staircase that led to her room. Closing the door behind her, she quickly made her way to the bathroom, eyes falling on her reflection. To someone of the outside, she was a pretty girl. Skinny, toned, long hair, pouty lips. She was seemingly beautiful. But Cara, being raised to be absolutely perfect, and spending much of her time in her high school years with the wrong girls, saw a mangled version of herself. Flabby limbs, protruding tummy, everything she didn’t have in actuality.
A tear rolling down her cheek as two fingers pinched her skin on her stomach, the poor girl felt the familiar feeling she hadn’t had in such a long time. Eyes slowly looked downward at the toilet, examining it carefully. No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She wasn’t fat. But, one time wouldn’t hurt, right? It’d been so long, surely she wouldn’t relapse into her old ways. Of course not. Never. Feeling conflicted, the young woman bit her lip, glancing towards the shower. Reaching over, she turned the knob, and the sound of rushing water became loud; Loud enough to block out the sound of her getting rid of her excess “fat”. It’s only one time. It won’t happen again…
After finishing, the drained Cara slouched back onto the floor, back leaning against the wall. Tears were streaming now, the cause from the realization that she had not gotten over her illness. It was too soon. The empty feeling in her stomach caused Cara to rest a hand on it, blue eyes looking down in shame. No one could see her like this. They’d think she was a freak. And, if they saw what she had done, they might send her back to that awful place. Or worse: Home.
Notes: Sorry it’s late (x
