Pretty hurts

Whenever pageant girl Millie Yates looks in the mirror she sees fat, fat, fat... That is until she mets her new fitness training coach. He's attractive, smart, funny and a all round nice guy. Problem is the fact that he actually might like her never crossed her mind and he might even be the best thing that's ever happened to her. Will she realise it before it's too late?

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1. Chapter one

"Mama said, "You're a pretty girl.

What's in your head, it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth.

What you wear is all that matters."

Ever since I can remember it's always been a endless contest, a endless amount of pain to win.

A contest to be pretty

A contest to be the best

A contest to be perfect.

My mother was a failure, when she became pregnant with me at the age of 19 she saw hope.

She saw a prize, unfortunately the prize wasn't me but more like what I can get her.

Now 15 years later I sit here on the brutally cold concrete in a bathroom stall, tears creep slowly down my cheeks. I am silent.

It's not like I haven't done this plenty of times before, leaning over the toilet seat I shove my finger into my mouth reluctantly and flush my troubles away.

I let the water flow from the sink tap begging myself to not to look at my reflection in the mirror hanging directly above me. I will have plenty of time for that tonight.

The big pageant. My mother says this is the one, if I win then we can have whatever we want.

But we both know that it doesn't last for long and I rarely win anymore. Girls these days are more than perfect appearances, they have talent and I, well, I am nothing compared to them.

'If I better what I look like then maybe the judges will overlook my lack of talent' I think to myself.

'Thats a lie and we both know it' the voice in my head says.

The voice.

It's the one thing that I can't ignore, It's always changing. Often taking the voice of people close to me, my mother, friends, teachers but this time I'm unsure.

This voice. It's young, but not as youthful as you would think. It's judgemental and hard to ignore as it continues to question everything I do for the rest of the day.

The hustle and bustle of the school canteen rings through my ears. I wouldn't even be here if my friends didn't make me come. I would have waited, it's not like I'm gonna eat today. There is too much at stake.

We approach the front of the line, Trisha grabs what she wants first then Shanelle. They look at me concerned and I quickly grab a salad and a bottle of water avoiding their questioning stares. The same voice starts up again. "Are you sure you should be eating that?"

I shrug it off, the last thing I want is another visit to the councillor.

Yes. I've been before, some girl from my year heard me in the toilet stall next to her and blabbed. As expected I lied and said that it was my first time and that I just wanted to try it because of a bad day. I vowed to never do it again but that was also a lie.

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