Saturday, January 17, 2009

You're fat.

I haven't written in a long time.. wow. Anyway, here's a story I wrote for english class. It was to write a story based off of a picture.

You're fat. Those two words ran through her head. You're fat. "I'm fat." She whispered to herself as she plucked at the pleated bottom of the new $587 Marc by Marc Jacobs dress in lilac she had bought especially for this occasion. You're fat. On her feet were a pair of matching six inch lilac peep toe heels. She leaned against the wall of the posh bathroom, running those words through her head. You're fat, you're fat, YOU'RE FAT. She felt disgusted with herself. Why had she eaten that last crab cake? She had eaten three crab cakes, three. The sudden thought of food made her feel nauseous. 

"Honey? Come on down sweetie, he's waiting!" Her mother's raspy smoker's voice floated up the stairs. 
"I'll be right down!" She replied, dabbing on a bit of Maybelline's Raspberry Lip Stain. With a spritz of Princess by Vera Wang, she tucked her clutch, which only contained a pack of Trident gum, her Sidekick, and some folded bills, under her arm and headed downstairs. 
"Wow." He breathed as he caught sight of her. She was breathtaking in a purple-colored dress that barely hit mid-thigh and a pair of sky-high heels that made her legs look a mile long. 
She twirled around, reveling in the attention. "Do you like the color? It's lilac. I wasn't so sure about it because it seemed to make me look to pale in the dressing room. 
His eyes were glazed over as he continued staring. "Lilac's my new favorite color." 
"Come on, we better get going. The party started half an hour ago. You know I like to be fashionably late, but i can't be too late." She giggled as she dragged him out the door. 

She pushed off the wall and ran towards the toilet. Sinking her bare knees to the hardwood floor, she held back her carefully tousled locks with one perfectly manicured hand in Sweet Peach and stuck the forefinger of the other down her throat until she could touch the dangly piece of flesh. Instantly, her gagging reflexes kicked into action. 

They pulled up to the seaside mansion that would be hosting the unofficial graduation party. It was an annual event and it was the place to be and to be seen. All of the senior graduating class would be there (except for those who never came to any parties), about half of the junior class, and a handful of the A-list sophomores. She stepped one heeled foot out of the silver BMW convertible, and then another. Standing up regally, she surveyed the scene. This would be her third graduation party and she could already tell that it would top all the previous ones. 

Her stomach heaved and she could feel the two flutes of champagne and the three crab cakes come up. You're fat. Tears came to her eyes as she kept heaving, trying to dispel something from her already empty stomach. She collapsed to the floor, exhausted, with the smell of what was supposed to be her dinner overwhelming her nose. 

"Heeeey you!" A voice squealed. She turned around to find her group of impossibly beautiful friends. All were decked out in expensive mini-dresses like hers. 
"Oh em gee! I absolutely heart that dress you're wearing! Marc by Marc Jacobs right?" One of the girls said in her nasally voice.
She nodded, pleased by their recognition of her name-brand dress. 
"But.. don't you think that hem makes your thighs look a little chubby?" Another of the girls criticized.
"Haha you're fat!" A girl who had already had one flute too many of bubbly laughed. 
She flinched. There was the word, the dreaded f-word. Fat. She quickly composed herself and brushed off the girls under pretense of heading in search of her boyfriend. 

She dragged herself up off the floor and stood in front of the full length mirror. She examined her body, first from the front, then the side, and lastly the back. You're fat. Her thighs looked ginormous. You're fat. She lifted up her dress to look at her stomach. Was her stomach looking a bit loose? She made a mental note to clock in a ten minutes more of running a day. She curled up into a ball in the corner, those two enemy words continuously ringing through her ears. You're fat. 

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