...She sat in her room, staring at the clothes lying on the floor, the uneaten food on her side table, and the general mess of her new room. She when what she was doing was wrong, not eating was a disease, but as she told herself that she couldn't get over the fact of those skinny girls in the magazines. She would look like that.... sooner or later. Her parents never found out she hadn't been eating. She would eat a couple bits downstairs then venture onto her room and dispose of the food.
...She would only lose pounds slowly she never looked malnourished, until the first day of school in 11th grade. As she walked to her 2nd period classroom she felt faint, she hadn't eaten in a while only a sit of water that morning and a bite of an apple the day before. Things became blurry and the noise slowly faded. Everything went dark.
..."where am i in life?" she asked herself, lying on the hospital bed. "why did i ever think i could live like that?" she decided, finally, that she would stop being hard on herself, there's no way to change the past, right? All she could do now was... change. Change the future, change the present... and not dwell on the past.
...It was harder for her to get up, after the medication set in, but she finally got up. As she walked to the bathroom she could tell her life was getting better, she felt the change beginning. That was until she found herself in the bathroom staring herself down in the mirror it was worse than she thought. She saw the paleness of her face and the black circles beneath her eyes... she looked a thousand times older... even to herself. She had assumed she'd been in the hospital a while, but as she stared at her face she saw that it had been at least a week or two. Not that she looked years older, just the general look of being exhausted and... feed. Although her face was skinny... too deep, there was a certain level of.... healthiness there she hadn't seen in a while. This was the start... the start of a whole new life for Isabelle.