Living Through Society's Eyes
Chapter Two
With shaky knees, she walks to her worst enemy. Face to face with her reflection, she pinpoints all of her flaws: her pale skin, dark lips, brown eyes, brunette hair and freckles. She wanted to be beautiful: tanned skin, blonde hair, blue eyes and flawless, glowing skin. Her small chest corresponded with her even smaller lower half that made tight jeans sag on her. She flexed her nonexistent muscles and looked at her drooping skin. The engraved bracelet that read Brianna was worn with shame. It laid on her wrist without movement. Brianna found herself always having to move it down so it seems like there was some space for it to move it around her wrist. Her reflection, the only thing that would look at her back with truth in her eyes, made her sick. Her knees fell to the ground and she surrendered to what her stomach wanted. The little food that she did eat that day was gone in a matter of seconds. She rested her weak head on the side of the toilet seat above a towel she folded as a pillow. Her tears made splashes as they fell down into the toilet. A shaky hand reached for the handle, and with one last reached, she succeeded. Brianna hit the floor with a delicate whimper. For Brianna, laying down in a cool bathroom floor was easier than trying to get up and walk back to her room.
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