Yup I'm starting another story...this one should get updated pretty fast though. This first chapter is just a short intro before the first chapter that I'll probably post at the end of the week as well as update for my other Nanny Stories.
I felt with this week being National Eating Disorder Awareness Week that it would be the perfect time to finally get this story up and running...so please tell me if you like it and if I should continue.
And this story will mostly be in all C.C.'s POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
R&R (:
For as long as I can remember, I've been under the pressure to stay small...or in other words perfect. Whether if it was from family, my mother mostly, the media, or even him...weight has always been an issue.
My mother never let me eat certain things, when I snuck them and she caught me she said, "Now C.C. do you really think you should be eating that...your thighs are already bigger than other girls your age and you're already pushing it past a size 5." She even went as far as putting a lock on the refrigerator. I would never be perfect in her eyes...
I saw stick thin models in the magazines, on runways...they were small...they were perfect. Thin people were everywhere in the media. I wanted to be just like them...I had to be...
Even he had things to say about my weight..."You'd have to be dead six months to fit into it!"
All I knew was...that I would do anything to be smaller...whatever it took...I'd get there.
~Love is Louder than the pressure to be perfect~
