A/N 1st fic! It's just a short drabble that came to me, slightly auto-biographical. hope you like :)
She trails her fingers over her ribs and smiles to herself.
She could feel every one. She loved the feel of her bones, her milky skin stretched like elastic over them. The result of years spent avoiding food.
She doesn't know when she developed a hatred for food; maybe it was watching her 6 brothers shovel food into their mouths 3 times a day with snacks in between, maybe it was everyone telling her she was looking more and more like her mother everyday (somewhere in the back of Ginny's mind said that that's just what happens when you have 7 children).
All she knows is she likes the feeling of loosing, the numbers dropping off the scale. She even likes hiding it, a secret only she shares. It's hard keeping a secret with a family like hers. She can't believe they haven't discovered it yet either and she knows she's just biding time until they do.
Ginny shrugs her robe back on, picks up her books and heads to class, ignoring the slight light-headedness. She knows someone will make her stop someday, but until then she's walking on air.