Hi people! I've been meaning to write this story for a while. This is a very real problem. I've
done my homework. i'm hoping this is as accurate as possible. please e-mail me if i got something
wrong. thanks! well i hope you like it. I don't own IaHB. it's someone elses
Perfection
Chapter 1
It was finally summer. After weeks of waiting and counting, it was finally here. Caitie would be
a senior come fall and Jamie would no longer be a lowly freshman. This summer would be one of the
best.
The sun beat down on Caitie's white, creamy skin. The sand reflected its rays and gave everyone
that summer tan they hoped for. Caitie was included in that group.
"Look at me!" She exclaimed to the dark haired boy sunning next to her. He glanced over. "I'm as
white as a sheet. I don't even have a tan line!" She lowered her bottoms a few centimeters to
prove her statement. Jamie just shrugged.
"Who cares? That's why we're here, isn't it?" He said, shutting his eyes again. Caitie sat up to
examine her knees. The were looking whiter than the rest of her. Jamie opened his eyes again. Caitie
was talking to herself, mumbling about her weird knees. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Then
those deep, dark eyes fell on the little bit of flab gathered between Caitie's tankini top and
bottoms. He reached over and poked it playfully.
"We've been putting on the pounds, haven't we pigger?" Jamie teased. Caitie looked down. Maybe
Jamie was right. Her flubber was looking more obvious than usual. But still, she answered: "No."
Jamie smiled. She looked a little self-consious but it was Caitie. She never cared about how she
looked.
"I guess it wouldn't kill me to lose a couple pounds." She mumbled. Caitie lifted her bag out of
the warm sand. "I'm going home." Since Jamie needed her to give him a ride, he grabbed the towels
and jogged up the board walk behind her.
The ride back to Kingsport was quiet. The lake was 45 minutes from their neighborhood. The silence
in the Toyota Camry seemed to make the ride even longer.
Caitie was deep in thought, her body on auto-pilot. 'Do I really need to lose weight?' She wondered.
Glancing down, it didn't look to bad. But her thighs were chubby and her arms were pudgy. 'I guess
I could try dieting. Yeah, that's what I'll do.'
"-Caitie! Hello?" Jamie was calling. Caitie snapped to attention.
"Huh?"
"You missed the turn." He answered. She groaned and whipped the car into an illegal U-turn through
the median.
Three Weeks Later
"Wow Cait! You look great!" Val cried at Tyler's pool. The group decided to hang out there for
the afternoon. Caitie smiled. So the diet had been working. She hadn't really eaten much two weeks and
was pretty hungry at first. But will-power had helped over come that knawing feeling in the
bottom of her stomach. Now Caitie didn't even feel hungry. Not eating was a better way to diet
for sure. It had really payed off.
Tyler strode out carrying four boxes of delicious smelling pizza. Jamie and Hank dug right it, pulling
gooie (or y?) piece after gooy (which one looks better?) out of the card board boxes. Val politely
picked up a slice, set it on her plate and took tiny bites. Caitie glared at the pizza. The grease
was practically running off it in rivers of yellow slime. She couldn't possibly eat that. Eating
was out of the question. She has only lost ten pounds. Imagine the compliments twenty would get. So
it was decided: No eating.
"Hey Caitie, what's wrong?" Jamie's words tried to slip around the food stuffed into his mouth but
it came out a 'eher Caiteh, whhuts mrong?' But she could understand. It wasn't the first time
he'd talked with his mouth full.
"Nothing. Just not hungry." Caitie fibbed. But it was true; she wasn't hungry. She hadn't been for
a week.
"Sure she isn't!" Val said doubtfully. Caitie's heart beat quickened. She didn't think she was
doing anything wrong, but for some reason, she felt guilty. Then Val smiled. "Her diet doesn't
allow for her to eat unhealthy foods." Caitie relaxed. Jamie gave her a look.
"Diet? Why? You looked fine before." He raised an eyebrow. Jamie didn't remember his comment at
the beach a few weeks earlier.
"But you said I was p-" Caitie stopped herself. She didn't want to admit his remark had bothered
her. "I just thought a few less pounds would be nice." Val smiled and patted her knee.
"She looks great though. I wish I had that kind of stamina. I've never been able to keep on a diet
for more than a week." The conversation changed directions and Caitie fell back into the blissful
quiet of her mind. She couldn't wait to lose more weight. Finally that perfect body would be her's.
A Couple Weeks Later
"Caitie dinner!" Shelly shouted from the top of the stairs. Caitie groaned and looked up from her
notebook. She was writing a poem but the interruptions were a constant annoyance.
"I'm not hungry! I don't want anything!" She shouted. Shelly shrugged. That was nothing new. She
trotted back down the stairs to take away a place setting.
Caitie pulled herself off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Some ink had rubbed onto her hand.
She looked up into the mirror. Dark circles were under her eyes. She'd gotten used to seeing them.
It was probably from the sleep she hadn't been getting. So beauty sleep WAS important. Her cheekbones
were more evident than ever. Caitie's face seemed thinner and her hair was limp. She picked up her
hair brush and ran it through the dark locks. Hair fell in thick clumps to the tile. She scooped
it up and dropped it into the toilet bowl. It was a routine now. Caitie's arms were skinny and her
elbows looked like right angles.
She heard steps padding up the stairs. Her mother's face appeared in the doorway. That wrinkle
right between her eyebrows was obvious. Caitie knew by that something was bothering her.
"You aren't eating again?" She asked.
"Not hungry."
"You haven't been eating much lately." Her mother stated. She studied her daughter in the mirror.
Caitie simply nodded.
"Yeah."
"Come down and eat something. For me." Caitie turned to stare. A panic feeling was climbing up her
chest. Eat. The word screamed at her. It terrified her. Sickening calories. All her work would be
erased in one bite. Caitie gulped down her fear. Her mother looked worried and maybe even scared.
Caitie didn't know what Mom had to be afraid of. She was fine. Nothing was wrong.
"I'm not hungry." She insisted.
"Have some fruit. We have watermelon." Her mom smiled. Caitie nodded. Fruit. It was healty. But it
had to have some fat in it, didn't it?
"O-okay." She whispered and followed her mom down to the kitchen.
*I have to save some for chapter two. This is just kinda the chapter that introduces the problem.
I hope you liked it. More will be coming soon.*
done my homework. i'm hoping this is as accurate as possible. please e-mail me if i got something
wrong. thanks! well i hope you like it. I don't own IaHB. it's someone elses
Perfection
Chapter 1
It was finally summer. After weeks of waiting and counting, it was finally here. Caitie would be
a senior come fall and Jamie would no longer be a lowly freshman. This summer would be one of the
best.
The sun beat down on Caitie's white, creamy skin. The sand reflected its rays and gave everyone
that summer tan they hoped for. Caitie was included in that group.
"Look at me!" She exclaimed to the dark haired boy sunning next to her. He glanced over. "I'm as
white as a sheet. I don't even have a tan line!" She lowered her bottoms a few centimeters to
prove her statement. Jamie just shrugged.
"Who cares? That's why we're here, isn't it?" He said, shutting his eyes again. Caitie sat up to
examine her knees. The were looking whiter than the rest of her. Jamie opened his eyes again. Caitie
was talking to herself, mumbling about her weird knees. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Then
those deep, dark eyes fell on the little bit of flab gathered between Caitie's tankini top and
bottoms. He reached over and poked it playfully.
"We've been putting on the pounds, haven't we pigger?" Jamie teased. Caitie looked down. Maybe
Jamie was right. Her flubber was looking more obvious than usual. But still, she answered: "No."
Jamie smiled. She looked a little self-consious but it was Caitie. She never cared about how she
looked.
"I guess it wouldn't kill me to lose a couple pounds." She mumbled. Caitie lifted her bag out of
the warm sand. "I'm going home." Since Jamie needed her to give him a ride, he grabbed the towels
and jogged up the board walk behind her.
The ride back to Kingsport was quiet. The lake was 45 minutes from their neighborhood. The silence
in the Toyota Camry seemed to make the ride even longer.
Caitie was deep in thought, her body on auto-pilot. 'Do I really need to lose weight?' She wondered.
Glancing down, it didn't look to bad. But her thighs were chubby and her arms were pudgy. 'I guess
I could try dieting. Yeah, that's what I'll do.'
"-Caitie! Hello?" Jamie was calling. Caitie snapped to attention.
"Huh?"
"You missed the turn." He answered. She groaned and whipped the car into an illegal U-turn through
the median.
Three Weeks Later
"Wow Cait! You look great!" Val cried at Tyler's pool. The group decided to hang out there for
the afternoon. Caitie smiled. So the diet had been working. She hadn't really eaten much two weeks and
was pretty hungry at first. But will-power had helped over come that knawing feeling in the
bottom of her stomach. Now Caitie didn't even feel hungry. Not eating was a better way to diet
for sure. It had really payed off.
Tyler strode out carrying four boxes of delicious smelling pizza. Jamie and Hank dug right it, pulling
gooie (or y?) piece after gooy (which one looks better?) out of the card board boxes. Val politely
picked up a slice, set it on her plate and took tiny bites. Caitie glared at the pizza. The grease
was practically running off it in rivers of yellow slime. She couldn't possibly eat that. Eating
was out of the question. She has only lost ten pounds. Imagine the compliments twenty would get. So
it was decided: No eating.
"Hey Caitie, what's wrong?" Jamie's words tried to slip around the food stuffed into his mouth but
it came out a 'eher Caiteh, whhuts mrong?' But she could understand. It wasn't the first time
he'd talked with his mouth full.
"Nothing. Just not hungry." Caitie fibbed. But it was true; she wasn't hungry. She hadn't been for
a week.
"Sure she isn't!" Val said doubtfully. Caitie's heart beat quickened. She didn't think she was
doing anything wrong, but for some reason, she felt guilty. Then Val smiled. "Her diet doesn't
allow for her to eat unhealthy foods." Caitie relaxed. Jamie gave her a look.
"Diet? Why? You looked fine before." He raised an eyebrow. Jamie didn't remember his comment at
the beach a few weeks earlier.
"But you said I was p-" Caitie stopped herself. She didn't want to admit his remark had bothered
her. "I just thought a few less pounds would be nice." Val smiled and patted her knee.
"She looks great though. I wish I had that kind of stamina. I've never been able to keep on a diet
for more than a week." The conversation changed directions and Caitie fell back into the blissful
quiet of her mind. She couldn't wait to lose more weight. Finally that perfect body would be her's.
A Couple Weeks Later
"Caitie dinner!" Shelly shouted from the top of the stairs. Caitie groaned and looked up from her
notebook. She was writing a poem but the interruptions were a constant annoyance.
"I'm not hungry! I don't want anything!" She shouted. Shelly shrugged. That was nothing new. She
trotted back down the stairs to take away a place setting.
Caitie pulled herself off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Some ink had rubbed onto her hand.
She looked up into the mirror. Dark circles were under her eyes. She'd gotten used to seeing them.
It was probably from the sleep she hadn't been getting. So beauty sleep WAS important. Her cheekbones
were more evident than ever. Caitie's face seemed thinner and her hair was limp. She picked up her
hair brush and ran it through the dark locks. Hair fell in thick clumps to the tile. She scooped
it up and dropped it into the toilet bowl. It was a routine now. Caitie's arms were skinny and her
elbows looked like right angles.
She heard steps padding up the stairs. Her mother's face appeared in the doorway. That wrinkle
right between her eyebrows was obvious. Caitie knew by that something was bothering her.
"You aren't eating again?" She asked.
"Not hungry."
"You haven't been eating much lately." Her mother stated. She studied her daughter in the mirror.
Caitie simply nodded.
"Yeah."
"Come down and eat something. For me." Caitie turned to stare. A panic feeling was climbing up her
chest. Eat. The word screamed at her. It terrified her. Sickening calories. All her work would be
erased in one bite. Caitie gulped down her fear. Her mother looked worried and maybe even scared.
Caitie didn't know what Mom had to be afraid of. She was fine. Nothing was wrong.
"I'm not hungry." She insisted.
"Have some fruit. We have watermelon." Her mom smiled. Caitie nodded. Fruit. It was healty. But it
had to have some fat in it, didn't it?
"O-okay." She whispered and followed her mom down to the kitchen.
*I have to save some for chapter two. This is just kinda the chapter that introduces the problem.
I hope you liked it. More will be coming soon.*