a/n-hey guys! i dont kno why, but whenever i try to put up chapters, it always says theres an error. it finally worked, but ive been trying all day. so sorry if it takes a while. anyway, here ya go :-)
Chapter 8: The Bikini
I got into my house and went straight into the bathroom to throw up. I expected it to be a little easier than the first time, but it was just as hard. And just as gross. But I had to do it if I wanted to be skinny.
You know, I used to think being anorexic or bulimic was just stupid. But now I see where the celebrities are coming from. And it's not like it's a disease or anything. I mean, I can stop being like that at any time, I just don't want to. I've already lost five pounds! Maybe I should wear a bikini…just to show off that how good I've been doing. Yeah, I will. But first I need to do some sit-ups.
I brushed my teeth, did about 100 sit-ups, took a shower, and changed into my blue halter bikini with my jean shorts. I wasn't feeling that comfortable in it, but I thought I would just give it a shot. I was looking in the mirror when I heard a voice downstairs.
"Lil? It's me." It was Oliver.
"I'm upstairs, Oliver!"
"Can I come up?" he called from the stairs.
"Only if you want to be blinded!" I cried out in terror. Who was I kidding? I couldn't let Oliver see me in a bikini! I couldn't let anyone see me! Not until I lost another couple pounds at least! I don't know what I was thinking. I need my one piece. Where did I put-oh shit Oliver's here.
"Hey," he said, appearing in my doorway.
"Oliver!" I yelled.
"What?" he laughed.
"Don't look at me!"
"Why, you're in a bathing suit."
"I'm hideous! I just need to find my one-piece and I'll be fine."
"Lil, calm down and tell me what this is about."
"I can't wear a bikini! I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry you had to see this, it won't happen again."
"Lil, you can definitely wear a bikini."
"Oliver, I appreciate you trying to help but I just need my one-piece."
"Lilly, listen. We are going to the party, and you are going to wear that bikini. Ok?"
"Are you kidding? How could I let the whole world see me in this? I don't even want you to see me in this!" I started searching my drawers for my other suit.
"Why? I think you look good."
My heart just skipped a beat. "What?"
"You look good. You look good in anything. So let's go."
"Oliver, how can you not be seeing what I'm seeing?"
"I think the better question is how can you not see what everyone else sees? You look great!"
"You don't see this?" I pointed to my stomach. "Or this?" I asked, pointing to my thighs.
"Lil, there is nothing there."
"Oliver, you don't understand."
"Lilly, you look amazing, Ok? Why are you so worried about what other people think anyway? You never used to care."
"That was the old Lilly. The new Lilly is a very improved one, who works out every day, eats healthy, and will never show herself in public in a bikini if she doesn't look good enough."
"Well I miss the old Lilly." How could he miss the old me?
"Oliver, if it makes you happy, I'll wear the bikini, Ok?"
"Thank-you." Oliver said, walking out of my room, expecting me to follow him. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror and examined myself. That is until Oliver grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my room. We continued holding hands though, even when we got outside.
I sighed heavily, worried of what people would think. "Are you sure I don't look like a whale?"
Oliver rolled his eyes and put his hands on my shoulders. "Say it with me. You are not fat. You are really skinny, and it's starting to scare me how skinny you are." Uh-oh. He was suspicious. I guess I should probably lay off the whining.
"Alright, alright." I said, grabbing his hand once more.