All Olivia Ryan ever wanted to be was…
P E R F E C T
[glitteringlights]
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Perfection (n): the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects
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Olivia Ryan just wanted to be perfect.
She stared in the mirror for hours on end, picking apart her body.
Why couldn't she have Alicia's perfectly toned, tanned curvy body?
Why couldn't she have Dylan's perfect ringlets?
Why couldn't she have Claire's perfect ski-slope nose?
Why couldn't she have Massie's sparkling amber eyes and never-ending confidence?
Why couldn't she have Kristen's perfect 4.5 GPA?
Nose job after nose job, extension after extension, pill after pill, Olivia never felt perfect.
Her nose would never be original and perfect, her hair would never be shiny and frizz-free, she would never have real C-cup breats, her body would never be fat-free, her grades would never be quite high enough.
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She watched her lunch go down the pristine white porcelain toilet and salty tears fall down her face.
Thoughts raced through her mind, images of models and pageant winners, images of Cam Fisher and Derrick Harrington, and images of the shit list, the bright idea of the great Massie Block herself, where bad things were written about everyone. Olivia was the most written about.
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Another box of laxatives, another bottle of ibuprofen,
gone.
Hands shaking she emptied the pills into her mouth and swallowed cold.
Her vision blurred and her head spun.
Cackling she took a tube of hot pink lipstick, she wrote on her big glass mirror…
"I only ever wanted to be perfect."
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R.I.P.
Olivia Marie Ryan
1995-2011
Forever in our hearts…
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Well that was depressing. Oh well, my teenage emotions are off the wall.
xoxo
