Am I Beautiful Yet?

Anorexia, something that effects 1 in 10 people. But not Taylor Hope. Well, not to her anyway. Laughed at by Sarah and her troop of barbies, Taylor has no-one to confined to except her new Diary.

But then he arrives in town.


10. February 22 (yet again)


Dear Diary...


I need to make this quick, like 30 seconds quick. I'm in Finn's bathroom, and I probably should write this later, but I want to capture every moment in this diary. Thank god it was small enough to fit into my skirt pocket! Anyway, so when I realized Finn lived in the Lat Estate, I thought his family was going to be well... You know, the oposite as Finn. I was really nervous. I can barely talk properly around a civil person like Finn Logan, let alone talk to a family who... Well I guess you could say I was getting ahead of myself. As scared as I was, when I entered his apartment, I was extremely surprised. A lady strutted up to me, a large, happy smile on her face when she set eyes onto me.


"Hello pet, you must be Taylor Hope? I'm nan, but please call me Jackie! Nan makes me feel old."

But old she isn't! Even though she is Finns nan, she could easily go as his mum. Her fluffy bright blonde hair swishes around her shoulders like liquid gold, although she has a few wrinkles, you can barely notice.

Behind Jackie, a really pretty girl, with glossy thick brown curls (Think Cher Lloyd) she had ripped jeans. With a snapback on top of her amazing hair. And  a loose fitting shirt showing a small navel piercing, on her perfectly flat stomach. Her eyes were the same pale blue as Finn Logans.


"Hi, Taylor Grace right? Its Tori, I'm Finn's... Technical sister, but I'm actually his aunt..." She gave me a huge grin, mimicking her mums. I, remember, the socially outcasted person I am, was extremely surprised at how... FRIENDLY they all were! 



Slipping the small notebook into my skirt pocket, I jump out of the bathroom, the door slamming behind me.

Dashing into the living room, I trip over something. I gasp, nearly falling onto it. Staring down, I realize it is not a something, but, a someone...

Great job Taylor.

A small round face looked up at me.

"Molly!" Tori came running out of the kitchen, swooping and picking up the baby I nearly killed. The girl I now know as Molly squeals, her fat arms flailing around. 

"This is Molly, she's mine." Tori hugs her.


She blinks her long lashes, still wet with tears from when she must have cried last. Her eyes, huge, are a chocolate brown, unlike her mums. Her hair, a dark brown, almost as brown as her eyes. 

Molly. Is. Adorable. 

I coo over the little baby, my un-denying shyness drifting away. When Finn finds me, he gives me a grin.


"I see you met Molly hmm? Come on, lunch is nearly ready!"


My face is drained of all colour, and I give Finn a look.



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