Disclaimer: I do not own any Lizzie McGuire characters, just the plot.
* I am going to have fun writing this one, I already have the whole story
planned out. I usually just improvise every day. *
Letters to the Skinny Girl
The rain was cold against Lizzie's back. She was determined to keep running. The sound of her feet thumping eventually grew more and more harmonized with the splatter of the rain and her loud panting. She remembered seeing a show that said more weight was lost if you swung your arms while running. She tried it. Her arms swayed back and forth, making her even more tired. She tried listening to the sounds around her. The frequent thunder, the water splattering on the pavement, but Lizzie started feeling weak. Falling to the ground, the sixteen year old held herself up with one knee as she quivered.
Lizzie McGuire had been a normal, happy girl until she started paying more attention to her reflection in the mirror. She remembered that one time Miranda had developed a short eating disorder often, but convinced herself what she was doing was perfectly healthy. Every morning, she would wake up, look in the mirror, and scramble through her closet, looking for the outfit that made her look skinniest. Gradually, she started eating less and less, until she only ate a few celery sticks and a cup of non-fat yogurt a day. She excersiced every second that she wasn't at school, with Miranda and Gordo, or doing homework. It went from a simple habit to a dangerous problem in a matter of weeks.
Lizzie shook the stabbing pang of hunger in her stomach off, and decided to head home.
"Hi, hunny." Jo Mcguire said happily.
Lizzie's face was pale, and she was shaking.
"Hi." She croaked softly.
"Lizzie, what's wrong?" Her mom looked at her, worried over her obvious illness.
"Nothing. It's just cold out there." She said, as she swung her backpack, which she'd left on the kitchen floor that afternoon, over her shoulder and ran upstairs.
What's wrong? Maybe that Lizzie was starving herself to keep up with the constant "fads" and fit into her prom dress in two months. What's wrong?!?! Maybe that Lizzie felt obliged to be a beautiful STICK due to the fact that her mind was boggling with ideas of looks and no self confidence. But, as usual, she answered "nothing".
After her homework was finished, she went online. Gordo and Miranda were on the IM chatrooms.
Randerrock88: Hey, Lizzie. What's up?
McGuireBabeL: Nothing much. Just went running.
Gcamera: Again? You run anymore and you'll burst, McGuire.
McGuireBabeL Yeah, um Gordo, I don't think I'll burst."
Randerrock88 Yeah, anyway. The math homework was hard, wasn't it?"
Gcamera: Yup.well, kind of. Considering it was boring me out of my mind.but it wasn't really THAT hard."
McGuireBabeL: Uh.guys? I'm feeling a little sick. I'll talk to you later."
Randerrock88: Adios!"
Gcamera: Ciao."
* McGuireBabeL signed off at 7:34 PM *
Randerrock88: Sick?
Gcamera: Yep.wonder why. You know she hasn't been eating much.
Randerrock88: Yeah.
Gcamera: Well, I gotta go. My mom wants me to get the tools that my dad left in the car. He's building some microwave cart or something."
Randerrock88: Yeah, I have to go study anyway. Byebye.
Gcamera: See ya.
* Gcamera signed off at 7:37 PM *
* Randerrock88 signed off at 7:38 PM *
planned out. I usually just improvise every day. *
Letters to the Skinny Girl
The rain was cold against Lizzie's back. She was determined to keep running. The sound of her feet thumping eventually grew more and more harmonized with the splatter of the rain and her loud panting. She remembered seeing a show that said more weight was lost if you swung your arms while running. She tried it. Her arms swayed back and forth, making her even more tired. She tried listening to the sounds around her. The frequent thunder, the water splattering on the pavement, but Lizzie started feeling weak. Falling to the ground, the sixteen year old held herself up with one knee as she quivered.
Lizzie McGuire had been a normal, happy girl until she started paying more attention to her reflection in the mirror. She remembered that one time Miranda had developed a short eating disorder often, but convinced herself what she was doing was perfectly healthy. Every morning, she would wake up, look in the mirror, and scramble through her closet, looking for the outfit that made her look skinniest. Gradually, she started eating less and less, until she only ate a few celery sticks and a cup of non-fat yogurt a day. She excersiced every second that she wasn't at school, with Miranda and Gordo, or doing homework. It went from a simple habit to a dangerous problem in a matter of weeks.
Lizzie shook the stabbing pang of hunger in her stomach off, and decided to head home.
"Hi, hunny." Jo Mcguire said happily.
Lizzie's face was pale, and she was shaking.
"Hi." She croaked softly.
"Lizzie, what's wrong?" Her mom looked at her, worried over her obvious illness.
"Nothing. It's just cold out there." She said, as she swung her backpack, which she'd left on the kitchen floor that afternoon, over her shoulder and ran upstairs.
What's wrong? Maybe that Lizzie was starving herself to keep up with the constant "fads" and fit into her prom dress in two months. What's wrong?!?! Maybe that Lizzie felt obliged to be a beautiful STICK due to the fact that her mind was boggling with ideas of looks and no self confidence. But, as usual, she answered "nothing".
After her homework was finished, she went online. Gordo and Miranda were on the IM chatrooms.
Randerrock88: Hey, Lizzie. What's up?
McGuireBabeL: Nothing much. Just went running.
Gcamera: Again? You run anymore and you'll burst, McGuire.
McGuireBabeL Yeah, um Gordo, I don't think I'll burst."
Randerrock88 Yeah, anyway. The math homework was hard, wasn't it?"
Gcamera: Yup.well, kind of. Considering it was boring me out of my mind.but it wasn't really THAT hard."
McGuireBabeL: Uh.guys? I'm feeling a little sick. I'll talk to you later."
Randerrock88: Adios!"
Gcamera: Ciao."
* McGuireBabeL signed off at 7:34 PM *
Randerrock88: Sick?
Gcamera: Yep.wonder why. You know she hasn't been eating much.
Randerrock88: Yeah.
Gcamera: Well, I gotta go. My mom wants me to get the tools that my dad left in the car. He's building some microwave cart or something."
Randerrock88: Yeah, I have to go study anyway. Byebye.
Gcamera: See ya.
* Gcamera signed off at 7:37 PM *
* Randerrock88 signed off at 7:38 PM *