Sequel: The "You're Not Fat" Campaign ›
Ana
Cassie
I'm sitting at my desk, trying to do my homework. Exams are coming up and I really have to study so I don't fail. But all I can focus on is the wonderful lightness that is filling me up. My limbs feel like they are full of air, and my stomach is gloriously empty. This is good. I have dropped seven pounds since I last forced myself onto the scale. I'm 103 now. Still triple digits, still revoltingly fat, but I am that much closer to reaching my goal.
My cell phone rings and I pick it up to answer it. It falls out of my hand. I pick it up and grip it hard, sending a bolt of pain through my brittle bones. I press the answer button and hold the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I say, my voice cracking a little.
"Cassie, hi! It's Laura," a bubbly voice responds.
"Hi," I say shortly. "What's up?"
"I absolutely HAVE to talk to you. Meet me at Avian?" she asks. Avian Coffee Shop, home of the flakiest, butteriest pastries and best hot chocolate in the state. I shudder.
"Uh, can you come here? I'm supposed to be studying," I hedge. She agrees and says she'll be over soon. I hang up and sigh in relief. Walking into Avian would be a death sentence.
My cell phone rings and I pick it up to answer it. It falls out of my hand. I pick it up and grip it hard, sending a bolt of pain through my brittle bones. I press the answer button and hold the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I say, my voice cracking a little.
"Cassie, hi! It's Laura," a bubbly voice responds.
"Hi," I say shortly. "What's up?"
"I absolutely HAVE to talk to you. Meet me at Avian?" she asks. Avian Coffee Shop, home of the flakiest, butteriest pastries and best hot chocolate in the state. I shudder.
"Uh, can you come here? I'm supposed to be studying," I hedge. She agrees and says she'll be over soon. I hang up and sigh in relief. Walking into Avian would be a death sentence.