A/N – Hey! I just want to say that I don't think that Mitchie or Demi is anywhere close to fat, it's just that using Mitchie is the best way to write about personal experience without getting reported.... enjoy! :D
Mitchie, hasn't eaten in 2 days. She's lying in bed crying over her weight, just like the day before and the day before. There weren't a day this week, when someone didn't try to convince Mitchie her weight was normal, when she started crying and screaming that they're lying. There weren't a day this week when someone didn't offer to make a doctor's appointment for her. There weren't a day this week, when someone didn't say she'll develop anorexia if she continues her ways, but Mitchie's biggest dream and fantasy was to be anorexic, or as close to that as possible.
The only way to get cellulite of her thighs was to starve herself, but Mitchie wasn't strong enough. 2 days has been the longest Mitchie could last, and this was the first time.
The only way to fit into her jeans was to not eat or even dream about the ice-cream still un-opened from her skinny days.
The only way to go out in public in a bikini, was to exercise day and night, but Mitchie was frail and weak and couldn't do it.
Mitchie slow got up and trailed down to the kitchen, tears streaming off her face as she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and the cruel words of one of her friends come rushing back into her defenceless mind "Fat cow! A fat cow... that's what you are. Put the poor animal to shame...."
She holds onto the railings tight as she puts her left foot on the first step, almost falling down. Slowly and painfully makes her way downstairs, and stares at the kitchen's cupboards. Most of them would be empty if it were up to Mitchie, but her mom demanded all of the junk-food to be placed inside of them.
Mitchie pored herself a glass of water. The only substance entering her body for the last 2 days.
She walks over to the stove, and her mouth waters for the still hot soup her mom made for her. She pored herself a bowl but just at the taste of it, starts crying once again.
All of her body seems to grow several sizes, and Mitchie pushes the bowl away in disgust.
She runs upstairs but stops in front of the mirror. She was wearing her loose PJ's but the fat seemed to be crawling out from them and she had to look away, tears streaming down her face.
She went into her room and forced herself to do 30 pull-ups. The only exercise for her for the week. The energy drained from her the minute she put her foot out of her bed every morning, and exercise seemed like such a hard task, even when she looked at herself in the mirror.
She tried to convince herself it was all in her head, but mirrors don't lie even when her head might.
She threw herself on the bed sobbing harder than ever, when the doorbell rang and she had to make her painful journey all the way downstairs...again.
When she opened the door, her eyes widened and gleamed like they always did when they saw Shane.
She screamed out his name in triumph and jumped into his awaiting arms. Shane noticed Mitchie's tear-stained cheeks, and gently wiping the tears away asked her what was the matter. Mitchie told him she was fine and she wasn't lying.
She forgot the reason she'd been crying, and not eating, she threw the picture of herself out of her mind and focused on who was standing in front of her. She didn't care about her size anymore and wouldn't care as long as Shane was there to hold her...
The only thing every girl wants is to be loved, and when that one and only comes along and tells her how much he loves her every single insecurity goes away no matter how true it might be... but I just am not as lucky as Mitchie...
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