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.


19. March 3


Dear Diary...


It's been nearly a week since my last post, and it's been really bad of me not to write anything, because so much has happened. I haven't been aloud outside the hospital premises until today, and I've been itching to walk around. Over the last week, A total of 17 people have visited me. The list includes:


-Finn Logan, who visited me four out of six days. My heart flutters as I write this. 


-Mother, Father and Joy. Joy actually tried to cook for me. Eugh. 


-Mr Tucker and half my biology class. I thought it was sweet until I realized that it was just a scheme to give me extra homework ( Presentation on the lifespan of a Birch tree and how it helps in the "circle of life")


-Sarah. I don't know either. She came two times, one with Mr Tucker, and another with Finn. My hatred for her boils me up, and seeing her with Finn is the equivalent of being stabbed in the heart.


Well, I have to finish off. I would give detail on what happened on each day, but therapy starts in ten minutes and I'm too lazy to continue writing.



"Miss Green, the previous appointment ended early! Your turn!" The overly-cheery secretary gave me a huge grin, her shiny hair bobbed around her shoulders like a bubble. I felt tired and drippy next to her, who was practically radiating. Tapping her perfect nails, she said to me again,


"Miss Green. Your appointment!" 


I clamber out of my seat, shuffling to the therapists door. Taking a deep breath, I swing open the door.


"Hello Taylor!"


In front of my eyes, I see a spotless clean room, with two plush armchairs, and a small coffee table. Two mugs of a steaming drink greet me. Sitting down, I nod at my therapist, who horribly resembles the secretary.


Short curled blonde hair, perfectly shaped nails, which she taps constantly on her notebook. A fluffy pink angora bolero and pencil skirt.


"So Miss Green, why did you decide to come here?"


Be honest, be honest be honest.


"I didn't"

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