eleven

December 

I remember in the summer of 7th grade, was the first time I saw her throw up. It was her parents Labor Day party, and we were old enough to stay up as late as we wanted. I left her to go grab a sweatshirt since it was cold, and when I found her again, she was puking out all the junk she had ate today. She wouldn't let me get her mom, and explained that she was throwing up on purpose so that she couldn't end up fat. I helped her clean up and later she had remarked that all the girls in her drama camp would puke on purpose since they were all told that they were fat and couldn't stay that way. I guess you could say that's how she became bulimic. She was an expert by 8th grade, and it continued on until right about now.

I had a different fate than her. My mom, aka Dr Marrigan, would feed me tofu and she put me in ballet when I was younger. I would always be looking at myself in the mirror, and there were many times were I stole my mother's anatomy book so I could detect all the bones and muscles in my small body. We both came together from different situations, only I was the one to still end up alive somehow.