Last year in my creative writing class, we had to write a story, and each paragraph had to do with letters of the alphabet, like the first one had to start with A, the second one had to start woth B, et cetera.
I wrote one called Danielle, and since it has to do with eating disorders, the main character Danielle has anorexia kind of mixed with bulimia, I wanted to write it in my diary instead of one of the links that are provided here. Oh, in case anyone read that last entry that I messed up on, The movie was called Angus.
I'm going to start typing my story here, but then I have to get to work, so I'll come back and update later, plus Dad is in here and doesn't like that I'm not "doing something more productive with my time". Actually, I'll just start the story later, because Dad wants me to get my work clothes and stuff and go in a few minutes. So,.. more later!
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My Story (it's long, but good and based on a true story)
Danielle
"Anorexia Nervosa" the poster said in large, block letters. "So that's what this crazy doctor freud or whomever thinks I have," Danielle thought. She couldn't believe it, though; the girl on the poster was skinny, unlike herself.
Bored from just waiting around for someone to come out and tell her she could leave, Danielle started pacing around the office. Even more bored by that, she decided to peek out into the hallway. She was tired of looking at the walls and wanted to see if she could hear the doctor talking to her parents. She could hear them!
"Counting calories?' Well, I'm not sure exactly, sir- but that's because all Danielle ever does anymore is stays in her room all day and distances herself from us." Her Mother sounded like she was about to cry. Danielle decided she didn't really care, though.
"Death?!!!" Woah. They must have walked out of the way a little because Danielle was sure that she had to have missed something. "Ten percent of the victims from the disease actually die, right. It was more of a sad statement then an actual question that her father had asked her doctor.
"Energy, energy." Danielle thought on the way home, three blocks away. "I need to gte my energy going if I want to work out today." It'll be easy to feel energized today, since all I have had was water, Danielle thought happily. Most of the time when Danielle hasn't eaten anything at all, it seems to give her this great big boost of energy, or adrenaline.
"Fat, fat, fat." Danielle kept chanting that to herself as she stood in front of her full-length mirror and examined her body, naked. She could tell that she was losing weight, but, until she became Perfect, she knew she was still fat. She crossed to the other side of her room, put her special swimming suit on that she liked to exercise in, and started on her leg lifts to the tune of Sara Evans, her favorite Country singer, "I keep Looking."
"Gain a pound, wear a frown. Lose some weight, you'll feel great!" It was a phrase that Danielle made up one day, after seeing an ad for a diet pill, metabolife. The lady in the picure was frowning and looked slumped in the "before" picture, but looked full of life in the "after" picture. With that in mind, Danielle eagerly began her two hundred leg lifts on each side.
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Ok, more later, I have to go to sleep nopw, I'm tired, and I have to work tomorrow.