Being popular comes with a ton of perks. I get to be slutty and people mark it off as just my thotty nature. I get to be rude and people just call me savage. People fall to my feet and beg to be part of my crew. Okay, that's a bit overdramatic but you get the point. Being popular is fucking amazing! Right?
Well, if you've seen heathers or if you have a pretty decent common sense you might realise that being popular comes with a lot of pressure. You have to set good trends, you have to be good at following other trends. You have to wear the right thing. Hang out with the right people. You have to be tall. You have to be pretty. You have to wear makeup. You have to have long legs. You have to be skinny. It's simple popularity code of rules. It's easy enough when you crack at the code. All you have to do is smile and be empty.
I started of like my sister Anna. Calories in calories out. But I had the brains to figure out that this isn't the lifestyle for me. All the rules and shit. Just ain't my idea of fun. I decided to try a new thing that I saw on Tumblr. Throwing up. First couple times were hard. They made my eyes tear up and I would lose my voice a lot. But practice makes perfect. I had the control. It didn't matter to me that my hair was falling out and my grades were dropping because I could eat whatever I want and not gain any weight. All I had to do was try. I was getting skinnier and everyone else was getting fatter. In and out. In and out. Sometimes I would eat normally but that would result in me getting bloated and making me look fat. Ew right?! I understood that what I was doing was wrong and that it was killing me but throwing up produced such a high. It's impossible to replicate. The control. The adrenaline. The progress. It was wild. All I had to do was throw up and all my problems would go away. It was better than weed. A Pang of nausea and a whirl of emotions that would help me slip into eternal bliss.
This is the part of an eating disorder that no one ever mentions. The enticing whispers and the motivational thoughts. Do it once and I promise you won't regret it. Just one more. Remember how good you felt time.
It's just like offering candy to a child and expecting it to ignore it. Except the child is a popularity hungry girl and candy is a get skinny quick method with no return.
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Skinny feels and Diet Pills
General FictionTW contains the mention of eating disorders and disordered thoughts. Mia and Anna are twin sisters. Both battling eating disorders. Anna with Anorexia. Mia with Bulimia. They have an older brother, currently in college, Ollie who struggles with orth...
