Ginny slowly made her way down to the kitchen where her brothers were eating ravenously, shoveling down their bacon and eggs like they had never eaten before. She sat down and poured herself some water. She ate a raspberry from the bowl of fruit Mrs. Weasley had put out for them, actually taking three bites of it before she had eaten the whole raspberry.
"Don't you want any bacon or eggs?" asked Mrs. Weasley?
"No, you know I'm not very hungry in the morning." said Ginny, the lie rolling right off of her tongue.
As soon as she said it, her stomach growled loudly, begging Ginny to fill it with something. Ginny excused herself from the table and ran up the stairs just in time to collapse at the top of the stairs, as she began experiencing the worst hunger pains she had ever felt in her life.
She made it to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet feeling so hungry that she was nauseous , but nothing came up, there was nothing in her stomach except for water and the sad little raspberry in there all by itself. She stood up and weighed herself again. 108. Had she really already lost two pounds? She felt elated by the fact that she was beginning to lose weight.
The temporary ecstasy inspired her to lose even more weight that she knicked a box of garbage bags from the supply closet, locked herself in the bathroom once more, got naked, and wrapped herself in them.
She filled up the bathtub, closing the curtain so that the steam would stay inside. When it was hot enough, she slid in, garbage bags and all. She sat there soaking in the tub, the mix of the hot water, steam, and garbage bags making her sweat profusely. The more body fluid she lost, the less she would weight.
She drained the tub, peeled the bags off of her, and turned the shower head on and washed her body of all perspiration. She got dressed for the day, as though she had just done nothing out the ordinary.
Her stomach ached, but at least it had stopped growling. She willed herself to get used to it, as soon as the pain went away, her hunger signals would probably turn off, making it easier for her to not eat.
Ginny was starting to develop an irrational fear of being fat. Every time she was even tempted by food, she was obsessed with how many calories that particular food item had, how many grams of fat, how many grams of carbohydrates? She looked at her mother, as guilty as it made Ginny for looking down on her mother, but she did not want to look like her.
Throughout Ginny's whole life, everyone was always saying how much she looked like her mother.
"You have your mother's looks" this and "Your going to grow up to be just like your mum" that.
Well, she did not want to be just like her mother. She greatly respected and appreciated everything that her mother did for her and her siblings, but well she did have six siblings.
Molly Weasley had endured giving birth to seven children, not to mention a pair of twins, plus all the stress of raising seven children only ten years apart, and well all of that got to her figure. Ginny swore that she would not gain weight like her mother did as she got older.
Of course, she would probably not have seven children, like her mother did, but she did have the same eyes and the two Weasley women were both short in height, only about 5'2, they both had thick, wavy, red hair, things that you can not control.
But you can control your weight, and if not eating is what it took to have that perfect, thin body that Ginny so desperately desired, then that was what she was going to do.
For lunch that day, Mrs. Weasley had made a shepard's pie. Ginny poked at it with her forked, attempting to make it look more eaten than it was.
Every once in a while, when someone was looking, she picked up a bite with her fork and put it in her mouth to create the illusion that she was eating it, while savoring the hot taste and smell of the potatoes, corn, and meat, but not consuming any of it
. She did the same sort of thing at dinner, but it was much harder to make her chicken look eaten without being so disgusting as to chew up her chicken and spit it out.
She may have given a little to a certain long haired, orange feline. She went to bed that night hungrier than she ever felt, but with a good feeling that she may be losing weight and she could see her dream of Harry loving her closer than she had ever seen it.