Cece nodded quietly. “Yes.” She said. With that she turned around leading the other girl down the hallways. Why was she encouraging this? She had wanted this girl to get better from the start, not worse. Then again, she didn’t know. She walked down the hallways left to right out of paranoia hopefully no nurses were around.
Rosalind kept glancing around for the nurses also. Who knows what they would do if they found out she had gotten this girl to offer her bathroom to her. Ugh, they probably would just start following me around at this point. “So, have you made any friends since coming here?”
(Source: rumpiebombsaway)
Rosalind
“You’re not fat.” She said. She hated when people put themselves down, even though she did it to herself. She looked at Rosalind, she wish she could look like her when she got older. She was beautiful, she kind of envied her right now. Her hair, her skin, her eyes, everything. ”My name is Cecelia but, you can call me Cece.” She said. She wanted to help the girl out with the bathroom thing but, she didn’t want to make it worse. Honestly she wished she had a friend who could keep her not eating thing quiet but, they never did. “There is a bathroom in my room.” She said without thinking.
“Well, thank you Cece. I’m Rosalind, and just be glad you don’t have to worry about how big your hips are.” That was always the first place she started to gain weight. Her hips and her butt. She looked at the small girl, considering the bathroom offer. The girl already had an eating disorder, and she was small enough. She’s not nearly as fat as me, she doesn’t need another way to lose weight. But she couldn’t resist. She had gotten so used to just doing what she wanted. She wasn’t about to break the habit now. She looked at the girl sternly. “Do you promise to wait outside the bathroom until I finish?” Besides, she had always rather respected anorexics. They were so much stronger than her. She always caved to the food, making herself feel awful.
So, are we just fucking stuck here until they deem us “better?”
Please do. I guess there may be a couple benefits from the short stay here.
Such as a coke buddy? I’m in agreement with that.
We’ll party it up. I think you’d definitely get along with my old friends.
(Source: crystalcrank-somethindank)
So, are we just fucking stuck here until they deem us “better?”
Drugs keep you thin too. At least coke does. It’s pretty sweet.
I know. I’m dying
having to rationwithout my cigarettes. I had actually done coke for the first time the night before I collapsed. Wasn’t too bad.
I’ll have to keep in touch with you once I make it out of here.
Please do. I guess there may be a couple benefits from the short stay here.
(Source: ipartylikeapornstar)
Rosalind
She nodded her head in agreement. When she heard the girl ask what she is in for she looked down. She hated to admit to her eating disorder that she is still convinced she didn’t have. “They um ..they say I am Anorexic. They also say I am here for ocd.” She said. she kind of felt ashamed but she was doing it for herself. It has gotten her far in the dancing world. Until she fainted in her room, that made her career fall rock bottom. “What about you? Why are you here?” She asked back.
“They say I’m Bulimic, and have Body Dysmorphic Disorder… which sort of goes along with the Bulimia. And apparently, I’m depressed.” She inspected her nails. She didn’t think she was depressed. Depressed people wrote emo poetry and shit. She was fine. Fat, but fine. She shrugged. “I’m fat, so I make myself throw up. Or at least I used to, until the nurses locked up all the bathrooms I could find.” She looked around. She contemplated about asking the girl where a bathroom was, but she really didn’t want to subject her to it. “What’s your name, anyways?”
So, are we just fucking stuck here until they deem us “better?”
Drugs keep you thin too. At least coke does. It’s pretty sweet.
I know. I’m dying having to ration without my cigarettes. I had actually done coke for the first time the night before I collapsed. Wasn’t too bad.
(Source: theprettiestgirl)
