Anorexia | Teen Ink


June 21, 2011
By TheSilverLaurel GOLD, Goole, Other
TheSilverLaurel GOLD, Goole, Other
13 articles 0 photos 70 comments

I study my reflection as I pull the swelteringly hot straighteners through my thin hair. The falsely purple strands tumble flow over my face; a thick violet curtain to hide who I am.
I scan my clothes, tugging on the fabrics. I hate how big I am. I’m thinner than any of my friends, but my clothes always feel too small. I loathe how they hug my skin, cling to my stomach and back, highlight my embarrassingly large body.
Pulling the straighteners from their socket, I race downstairs.
“Will you be eating with us today?”
“No. Not hungry.”
Truthfully, I’m not hungry. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten for almost three days. But eating makes you fat.
Checking my make-up in the screen of my phone, I leave. School-time.
School was as boring as ever. The whole year was pulled out of class for an ‘anti-anorexia day.’ Just some doctor lecturing us about the side effects of anorexia, and leaflet about where you could get help.
I slam the door, staggering up the stairs to my room. I’m numb from sitting in the hall all day.
Throwing my tie onto the end of the bed, I look around my room. I have the creepy feeling that I’m being watched.
Out of the corner of my eye, that’s where I see the creatures.
She stands, clothes hanging from her impossibly thin body. Her skin stretches over her bones, making each joint clearly visible, as if she had no flesh or muscle. She raises a hand to her head, the indigo locks tumbling away at her touch. Panicking, her breath hyperventilates, her ribs almost ripping from her chest. She screams, the skin around her mouth cracking and splitting like old paint. Blood drips from the cuts forming across her cheeks, mixing with the tears rolling down.
Terrified, I dive onto the bed, burying my face into the pillows, the creature haunting my every thought.
Suddenly, I realise why the creature was so familiar.
I realise why I was so terrified.
I realise where exactly I saw the creature.

I was looking in the mirror.

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This article has 4 comments.

on Jul. 29 2012 at 3:32 pm
forever.young.97 BRONZE, Richmond Hill, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Once you know how it feels to be happy, you won't tolerate being around someone who makes you feel anything less.

this is so powerful and it gave me chills! keep writing! :) check out my writing too :)

on Jul. 4 2011 at 4:23 pm
ninapaniena PLATINUM, Sammamish, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
To be a good surgeon you have to think like a surgeon, emotions are messy, tuck them neatly away and step into a clean sterile room, where the procedure is simple, cut suture, and close. But sometimes your faced with a cut that won't heal, a cut that rips the stitches right open

This is amazing work. I love the metaphors and nice brushstrokes :)

on Jul. 3 2011 at 10:45 am
JoPepper PLATINUM, Annandale, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Freedom is the ability to not care what the other person thinks."

"Not all those who wander are lost" --JRR Tolkien

"When you are listening to music it is better to cover your eyes than your ears." --Jose' Bergamin

That was very  good, but I think you should expand upon it.  Good job! Keep writing.  Can you please check out some of my work? :D

A_Journey GOLD said...
on Jul. 2 2011 at 4:38 pm
A_Journey GOLD, Tampa, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
The Muse of Poetry should not know that roses in manure grow. ~The Formula, Langston Hughes
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted ties. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dirt, I rise. ~Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

I really like your descriptions in the story! And i like the creature at the end. But i think you should of expanded what happened at school. And maybe added something after that. Could you check out some of my work please? Thank you!