Barf-milic 1:

I am fat and ugly.

The two words rang in my head as the memories of the girls pointed and whispered amongst each other. Their sharp daggers drained into my very soul, making me feel small and insignificant.

Why couldn't I be pretty as them? Better yet, if I became skinny, would they accept me for who I am?

I didn't know.

I reared back, throwing up the food I had eaten into the toilet. Completely emptying my stomach. Wiping my lips, I got up, pale and drained.

Walking over towards the mirror, what stared back at me was death. My eyes furrowed. I wasn't skinny enough.

I shifted from one position to another, hoping it would look a little better. But, instead, the thin waist, the long skinny arms and legs, and a pale, sickly face stared back at me.

How I despised it.

It was never enough.

I reached over, picking up the picture I brought in to compare myself to. It was a skinny model with a gorgeous face and eyes. Lucious's lips and hair flowed down her shoulder. She had pink rosy cheeks and pale skin that hadn't been kissed by the sun. I could fall deeply into her eyes, wishing it was my own.

I contemplated, looking at the picture once again. The thoughts were like an ugly hammer, constantly pounding inside my head.

"What are you doing?" A voice from behind me spoke out, which snapped me out of my stupor.

"Nothing, I quickly replied." I turned around, noticing that it was my friend. There was a pain in her gaze, but she didn't say anything.

Without a second thought, she walked over and hugged me. "You are beautiful. Don't let the voices get to you."