Here is the next part...My eyes are soooo droopy right now. Soooo tired...neeed sleeep...but must finish reading...haha
Disclaimer: Twilight no mine.
Tears were still stinging my eyes as I drove to my house.
I didn't want anyone to see me like this. It was bad enough for the whole school, but Charlie? I checked the clock on the dash board. Charlie got home around five, so I had a few hours.
As I pulled into the driveway, something caught my eye.
I looked at the mailbox and saw it was overloaded with mail. I chuckled to myself, knowing Charlie had forgotten about it.
When I had parked the car, I jogged to the mailbox. After I had finally managed to pull the mass of paper out, something fell from the bottom of my pile. I looked down, and I saw it was a magazine. One of those teeny-bopper ones. I laughed. I bent down, and felt the muscles in my thighs ache.
It hurt to bend my legs. I grabbed the magazine fast, and was back on my feet in no time.
I walked slowly back to the house.
When I was inside, I plopped the forest of paper on the counter, and slowly walked upstairs the magazine still in my hands.
A title on the cover caught my eye.
GET YOUR DREAM BODY! ALL IN UNDER 8 WEEKS!
I opened my bedroom door, threw my backpack on the floor, and flopped on my bed.
I looked the magazine in front of me. My dream body…
*Flashback*
"Bella…this problem is not going to go away on its own…"
I laughed without any humor.
"Oh yeah, because before you said that I was ready to find my spare magic lamp…"
Kim frowned.
"Bella," she tried to talk in a soothing voice. "I want to help you…"
"How much is Renee paying you? I don't need any help!"
Kim looked sad.
"This isn't about money Bella. This is about you, and helping you with your problem."
When she said that, I got super angry.
"Why does everyone call it a problem? I'm fat; I don't hear freakin' voices in my head! Fat, fat, fat!"
By this time I was crying. My mother had thought I needed a therapist. A freakin therapist.
"Bella, sweetie-"
"Don't call me sweetie! I am not your niece or your daughter."
Kim sighed. "Why don't you tell me why about a normal day for you?"
I snorted. "Wake up, learn a few things, go to sleep."
"Very funny."
"Thanks."
She sighed again. I hated that she was so calm. And here comes the awkward silence, where she thinks I will spill at any moment.
I didn't know what came over me right then and there.
"My mother has this dream of the perfect daughter. She has been telling me that I am fat since I was a child. She has been pushing me to get thinner, to improve myself. She has been telling me that if people on TV could get thinner, why couldn't I?"
I cried for a moment before I went on.
"And here I am, ten diets later, heavier then I ever have been."
Kim had that look of knowing in her eyes. "And what do you do then when you are upset at her?"
I blinked back tears.
"I don't want to say."
She stayed silent.
So did I.
She looked at the clock. "Well Bella…it seems our time is up, but we can continue our conversation next week, okay?"
"Sure, sure."
When I got home that night, Renee attacked me with questions.
"Did you figure out your problem yet?"
I was immediately taken over with the feeling of rejection.
"Sure. Bad genes are what she told me."
She groaned.
"How are you going to get skinny if you wont even try?! Honestly, they must have switched the babies in the nursery…"
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"I'll be in my room."
I ran to my room, crying. I reached under my bed and pulled out a Snickers bar. I opened it wildly, and ate it, savoring every peanut and the caramel.
I cried myself to sleep that night.
*End Flashback*
It was that week that I decided to spend time with my dad, Charlie.
I opened the magazine desperately, looking for the page I wanted. When I found it, it was a diet plan that looked reasonable and a workout schedule that looked easy.
I smiled.
I could do this. I could make myself healthy. I could improve my eating habits. I could fit an hour of the treadmill at least every other day.
I could do this.
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