Disclaimer: Don't own SWAC, sorry :D
This is kind of dark (and OOC) for a Sonny FF (I've read some as dark though) but I'm doing it for two reasons
1) I have a fascination with different disorders/other problems. One day I would love to help people cope with these disorders/other problems.
2) Maybe if someone has one of these problems mentioned in the story, then they will want to go get help. Who knows. If you do have symptoms of said problems, then please, get help! You don't want to live your life not to its fullest. Trust me.
Cycle
CH: 1 SONNY
I am Sonny Munroe. Most of you would know me from "So Random." I'm the new funny girl, and that's all I've ever been. The funny girl. I've never been the smart girl, or the cool girl, and definitely not the pretty girl. I'm just the funny girl. It hasn't helped that I've been chubby my whole life. My mom says it's just baby fat, but I don't believe her. Who would? I'm just fat, and that's all I'll ever be. That's why my dad left. He left because he had a fat daughter. Who would want to love me, anyway? That's why my mom sent me out here to Hollywood. She probably wanted me to feel pressured to get skinnier. No matter how hard I try, though, I just keep getting fatter. I'm practically a giant. I mean, I weigh 125 pounds. My mom says that normal, but I know she's lying. Everyone lies to me about their weight. Tawni said she was 130, but I know she's no more than 95. Look at her, she's a stick. And, I have to look at her skinnyness all day. I hate her for that.
Then there's Chad Dylan Cooper. He really hates me. He can't find anything better to do then to pick on me. I guess I kind of like him, but he would never want me. He only dates skinny girls. I'm not a skinny girl.
I decide to cope with all of this by trying my best to lose weight. I exercise every day. I run at least three miles, but I usually try to run six to make the evil go away. The evil is all those calories that keep adding up inside of me, trying to make me fat. I also try to not eat any of the enemy. Sometimes, the enemy wins, and I eat a cracker or two, but I try to avoid that. My mom tells me that I should eat more, but I know she just wants me to get fat so she can leave me.
This not eating thing didn't start that long ago. I guess it was sort of a progression to help try to find the thin me. It all started one day when Tawni and I were getting ready for the Check It Out Girls sketch. I noticed how skinny she was, and then I looked into the mirror, and realized how much fatter I was. At this point, I had already been on a strict exercise regimen. I was still eating, though. I was eating the enemy that would kill me in the end. When I looked into the mirror that day, I vowed to stop eating. I couldn't let these calories go inside me. They were like poison. This was about a week ago.
I've only lost about five pounds in this past week. It's not enough, though. In fact, I think the scales lie. I've probably gained about ten pounds. I mean, I sure look that way. All I see when I look into the mirror is that double chin, those love handles, and all the other things that are wrong with me. I want to know why I can't lose weight. I want to look like Tawni. I need to be like Tawni. I need her perfection. I need to be thin.
Sad, huh? These first chapters will just be intros to the characters and their problems, so sorry if they aren't very long. I hope you enjoyed! R&R!
Love, Twipi :D