Here is a story that I will be doing where Bronwyn has Anorexia. I wrote this story because I always felt like Bronwyn had insecurities about her body from a young age. And instead of talking about them she shoved them down deep inside her and never talked about them. I hope you all enjoy the story.
I put my backpack down by my bed in the room I shared with Olive and Claire. I turned on the radio and slowly the words of the song were emitted out of it.
I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror that stood on the wall. And I hated the girl who was looking back at me.
I hated how she looked. Every last bit of her really and truly.
I hated how I looked. I always had. Ever since I was a wee little girl.
It first came around the time I was six years old in kindergarten. I noticed I was bigger than the other girls. But I just brushed it off. Until I heard my mother talking about it to my father one night a few months after I started school. I was absolutely crushed and cried silently into my pillow for the rest of the night until I fell asleep.
My father said every night before I went to bed. ''Bronwyn when you're all grown up. You're going to be the most beautiful woman in the world. And one day you'll grow up to be as beautiful as your mother,''. Before he'd kiss my forehead goodnight.
Victor told me I was beautiful and told me that just because I was heavier than the other girls didn't make me any less than them. He told me I was even more beautiful that they were.
But however, that didn't stop me from becoming jealous of them. Extremely jealous of fact.
When I turned seven the small insecurities I had began to breed with the memories of my father's death.
The day of my father's funeral I heard my aunt Agatha mumble. ''"look at those broad shoulders…''.
Then my step-father Dick ( a fitting name I know) came into the picture.
Whenever mother was around he pretended to love us. But after my mother had left the room. Or the house (to run errands), Dick would show his true self. He would hit and punch Victor. And already know my insecurities about my body. Dick would shout insulting things about me ( like fat, worthless) and loved to see me cry after he'd shout them.
He once even gave my dinner to the dog and said. ''You'll never find a husband looking like this,". One night when my mother wasn't home.
Mother never found out of the things he did to us.
Mother would still talk about my weight in front of Dick after she'd thought Victor and I had long gone to bed. But you see I'd hear them talking about my weight through the floor.
Every time I heard them talking about me and my weight. I just felt worthless.
Finally, at the age of ten, I'd had enough of Dick being that way to me and Victor. I without meaning to (I really wanted to in that moment though) snapped Dick's neck.
Victor placed him at the bottom of the stairs. To make it look like Dick had fallen down the stairs and broke his neck.
Mother came home and believed it. She called the police. And the too confirmed the death was an accident.
After that my psych took a big hit for a bit. Even though I hated Dick. I couldn't believe I'd killed someone. Actually killed someone. And part of that hit was to my body imagine.
The other girls at school started teasing me just after Dick's funeral. About my size. But I never told anyone.
Ever.
When I was twelve, Victor and I went to live with Miss Peregrine.
Two years later when I was fourteen the loop was set.
I'd grown to be close friends with Emma.
But the thing was I was jealous of her lithe frame, It was the frame I'd wished for since I was six. Though my build had always been burly and tall (I'm 5 feet 8 inches).
I snapped back to reality after replaying all of that in my head.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I bit my rosy-red lip.
I'd decided to do something about my body. I'd seen a lot of the popular girls at school do it. I heard of them talking about them skip breakfast in the morning. And saw them only eat half their food.
So that ends the first chapter. Don't forget to review this story! I'm thankful for every review I get. And it let's me know you guys want more.