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.
