*BEEP BEEP BEEP* My eyes fluttered open to the white ceiling above me. Just as I have feared another morning had come again. Looking over to my alarm clock I see it's 6:00 AM. I wait a few minutes before I finally find enough courage to plant my previously warm feet on the cold concrete floor of my studio apartment. After the usual minimal pampering (AKA brushing my teeth and hair) I get dressed in my dance clothes. * http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=82250221 *
Looking in the mirror I sigh. My hips are too wide. My thighs have only a tiny gap in between them. My stomach has a bump. My forehead is huge and my eyebrows belong in the jungle. I mentally kick myself for judging myself but it doesn't do anything. "Just accept your a hideous beast who no one will love." I nod slightly and grab my dance bag off the kitchen counter. I glance at the fridge noticing I haven't eaten my breakfast. But I advert my eyes to the door and keep them fixed on it until I am out of the house. Eating isn't that important...
About 15 minutes later, I see my best friend, Katrina entering to the studio as I exit the cab I had taken from my house. There really is no point in having your own car when you live in the Big Apple.
"Kat!" I say as I run up to her from the street and close the cab door behind me.
"Oh, hey Ari!" Kat says as she turns to me. Her smile decreases and I see her eyes scan up and down my body. "Um.." she closes her eyes a bit to long, seeming to look for the right words, "have you lost any weight recently, Ariel?" She looks at me, hoping I didn't take it to defense.
"Me?" I say quietly. "A bit. But just because I've been so busy." adding quickly, "No need to worry, Kitter Kat." I gave her a reassuring smile. We have been through this before. And not that long ago either. About 3 months ago Kat had to take me to the emergency because I pasted out right after our performance of The Nutcracker. After that it seems like our relationship hasn't been the same.
Katrina gave me a quizzical look for half a seconded but quickly replaced it with a smile. It was obvious she didn't believe me. To prove it I invited her to the Big Bean coffee shop for some doughnuts and a cup of coffee about two blocks away from the NY Ballet Academy.
Kit smiled at me, looking a bit relived, "Alright," she smiled, "I've missed hanging out with you too. We need to catch up."
"Agreed" I said, linking our arms and walking into the studio together.
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Not Since I Met You
FanfictionEvery since Ariel Peter started her journey to become a professional ballerina, she's felt the pressure to be perfect. All around her everyone looks the same, skinny, tall and gorgeous. She never has felt quite good enough. Fitting in has always bee...
