Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Skip Dinner Be Thinner

Skip Dinner Be Thinner
“Yo panda bear!” shouted Chris Donovan, the most popular jock in the school, while he laughed at Madison Eatmon with his jock buddies following him.
Madison was a tall, wide girl, presumably the biggest in her school. She had a beautiful face, but it did nothing to help her hide the extra 20 kilograms of her full body. She was bullied and laughed at almost every day, but this was her last day of misery; The last day of high school.
Madison was not the most social girl, but she followed every celebrity on Instagram. They became her idols, with their tight and skinny bellies, thick bottoms and narrow hips- all provided with a strict fitness routine.

“You can make it happen if you wish for it,” her dad said from behind after peeking at Madison’s phone. Madison kept staring at this strong fitness model on her phone, “you think so?” she did not wait for a reply since what she needed to hear was already said.
*Alarm ring*
8 in the morning. She looks messy but she reached that point of motivation. It has already been the 10th morning she went jogging. She would wake up and make a strong black coffee to give her the energy she needs because this is what they say to do. She would run miles over miles, not willing to stop. She would come home and trash the chocolate chip cookies she used to have every morning and replace them with a full meal of proteins and veggies. This was her limitless routine: run, eat, sleep, and repeat. Her old gigantic clothes did not fit her anymore- her body fat vanished within 4 months.
The day before college loaded her with extra motivation to keep pushing herself to the celebrity body she was aspiring for. She bought new clothes and tried them on over and over again, she took a closer look at herself in the mirror grabbing the extra skin that is left on her belly but then sighing with dissatisfaction.  
She did her morning run today too, of course, but she was not letting her new clothes be worn yet. “I did have an extra piece of bread this morning” she said to herself. She rushed to the bathroom, agitated by the thoughts of her breakfast, and without hesitating too much, she leaned down to the toilet, throwing up her morning meal. For a few seconds she breathed heavily, wiped her mouth, then washed her face to look refreshed and less pale.

First day of college she let herself wear the new clothes she had bought. She walked in the campus with her shoulders back, looking at people in their eyes and not on the floor- she went straight to her locker while people’s comments made her walk with a smirk on her face. She closed her locker and she saw Chris Donovan’s face right next to her, he turned his head to look at who was standing next to him and for a split second he did not recognize her.
“Madison?!” he arched his eyebrows together. She looked at him, taking a step forward “panda bear for you,” then walked away. She never entered the cafeterias, dining rooms or the food stores in the campus- she had her own box of veggies and a bottle of water. She did not need real food since people’s positive comments fed her well enough.
She couldn’t get enough of it, she threw up at least once a day, and with her weight loss increasing by each day, she measured her body every morning, kept track of her belly, always making sure it was skinny enough. This was her new routine, and since it was never enough, she never stopped. People now commented on her skinny body as they could see her bones- she was not getting any compliments now, so she pushed harder, running miles twice a day. Her skin never looked paler, and the black circles around her eyes became more and more visible. Her shoulders bent when she walked, once again to the bathroom next to her class.
Chris Donavon was right behind her, holding the bathroom’s door open before it closed completely. He heard her try to throw up, his jaw muscles tightened, his heart was beating fast, realizing what was happening. He burst in the bathroom when he saw Madison laid unconscious on her own puke on the floor. He rushed to her, carrying her in his arms “Madison wake up!! Madison…. I am sorry! Please wake up!!” 

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