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Mirrors
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 Created on 1-22-07
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She looked at herself in the mirror and all she saw was a monster, something unlike the person she wished she was. She hadn't felt like this in a very long time. Lately she had felt beautiful and people had treated her that way. Why all of a sudden whenever she looked in the mirror she wasn't satisfied with the girl looking back at her?
She would sit for hours looking into the mirror crying, it had become her worst enemy. The people in her life thought she was getting better, and she was. She started eating, there were no more nightly trips to the bathroom and trying to muffle the noises she would make while hunched over the bowl. These hadn't occurred in months. Lately every time she looked down at her plate covered in her favourite foods she felt sick in the stomach. That one night when she prayed to god to make her better, was he being cruel and only gave her a couple of stress free months? What was happening to her? Why now? Would this disease take over her life again?
She had a plan, she would eat less and exercise more, that way she didn't have to fall back into the struggle again. But what if that didn't work? What if her mind wasn't satisfied? Looking into the mirror again she became angry. She felt alone and she knew she couldn't tell anybody about the pain and suffering she was in, they just wouldn't understand. They would try to get her help. No one could help her.
Night times were the worst. When others were asleep it was her chance to be alone, to stare at her naked refection. When she did this, nothing but disgust was written over her face. Some nights seemed peaceful until she would wake up in a panic, run to the bathroom and stand upon the scales. The nightmares she would have seemed real, and the very thought of gaining weight scared her to death. The actual thought of death made her smile. The first time in ages it seemed. It was the easiest option and she knew that, in the end, if there was no other way out, she had one option left and she was happy to know that.
Every night after the commotion, after endless hour of staring and crying she would finally go to bed. In the morning she would awake with a fake happy attitude and a smile to match.
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Please Login to post comments| On January 23rd 2007 bleedingpoppy Said : | |
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i totally know what you mean, i have a friend going throught the same things as we speak and i know i went through it as well...thats what inspired me to actually write this short piece |
| On January 23rd 2007 ChaoticKimmy Said : | |
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When I graduated from Middle School, I became aneroxic. I had two salads a week, and a tub of cake icing on weekends for energy. And when I started High School, I looked pretty good. But I stayed aneroxic for the entire four years before I graduated. I just couldn't stand to go through High School like I did Middle School. No friends, no boyfriend, fat. People can be cruel, and I wasn't going to give them the chance. But it came at a price. I couldn't run, I couldn't walk for long periods of time, I constantly fell asleep at ackward times, and I nearly died. But when I started eatting again, things got bad.... I'm 250 pounds now, but I'm healthy. Is it worth it? |
