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.

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1. Prologe

 

The swings, the favorite part of her playground. Nobody used them any more, everyone else had friends now. The girl sighed sadly, swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

 

Back and forth. Back and forth.

 

 

She hated third grade. Just like she hated second grade, and first grade. She didnt't have friends. She wanted them of course, needed them. But third grade is a scary place, and every child seems like a stranger, even when you've known them for three years. The girl next to her got off the swings, her bright blonde curls swishing behind her oval face. Feet crunching the orange leaves from the trees of autumn.  

 

Ask her to play with you! The girl thought to herself angrily. She knew blonde curls. Her name was Sarah, and seemed really nice. ALL the teachers adored Sarah, and everyone wanted to be her friend. The girl fell off the swing, running towards her.

 

"Sarah!" The girl yelled, if not a little to loud. Sarah whipped her head around, blonde curls haloing her face. She raised her light eyebrows, almost invisible freckles covering her button nose.

"Umm, wou- would you mind, if, if... If I could play with- with you?" She blurted out suddenly, her face turning tomato red. 

Sarahs face broke out in a huge smile, and the girl's hope was lifted hugely. A sudden imaginary reality appeared before her eyes, Sarah would play with her, and they would do EVERYTHING together, they would do each others hair, her limp mousy hair would materialize into beautiful curls like Sarahs, and together they would be inseparable. 

 

The real reality broke her.

 

"No! You are FAT! I dont want to play with fatty!" Sarah shouted in her face, spittle falling on the girls face.

 

"I dont play with a fatty! Fa-tty fa-tty, you are a FA-TTY!" Sarah chanted. Everyone on the playground watched, then joined in. The girls eyes welled up with tears. Eventually, the playground monitor rushed in, disrupting Sarah and her group. 

 

But the bullying didn't stop even after that. Each day she was taunted with different names, different people. Friendless, she sunk into a deathly hole. Never to see the light of happiness for a long, long time.

 

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