It's been so long since I updated last. So... Here ya go.

{THIS CHAPTER NEEDS A BIG , FAT TRIGGER WARNING!!}

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4 months into the school year.

That's not even half.

Kayla was getting bullied every day now. For reasons she couldn't understand at first. The cliché name calling. Occasional beatings. But as time went on she began to realize what was the root of the shame.

She looked in the mirror and all she could see was fat. She looked at her face and saw uneven freckles that didn't even spread across her face. She saw plain and common brown eyes. She saw long blond hair that was literally just there.

She looked down and saw no thigh gap and a stomach that stuck out so much she could barely see her thighs.

She smiled in the mirror and wondered how people could bare to look at her smile. She had yellow teeth that were crooked. She had braces though, which were probably the background of the 'metalmouth' and 'cyborg' names.

She wore thick glasses that made her look like a nerd. She got called 'brainiac freak' and 'alien' for those.

Kayla saw so many flaws within herself, she decided it was time for a makeover. With her birthday coming up, she jumped at the opportunity when her mom offered to take her to the salon.

Walking into the store practically screaming with excitement, Kayla asked the clerk if she could have a straight perm and dip dye. While the stylist was working on her, she asked for contacts.

They went to the optometry and Kayla picked the most unusual and gorgeous color she could find. Ocean blue.

After that, they moved on to the department store where Kayla practically bought a whole new wardrobe. Most of the clothes were snug on her figure, because she was convinced that she would loose weight.

By the time they reached the food court Kayla was starving. She ordered 2 large bowls of Chinese food and ate it all. But she started to feel guilty afterwards.

They went home. She was exhausted. As she hauled all her new stuff into her room, she remembered her lunch. Feeling sick to the stomach, she ran to the bathroom and stuck her fingers down her throat. A little bit of vomit came up and it hurt. But she wasn't satisfied. She tried again and more came up. She kept doing it until she was satisfied. 

She started to wonder if she would ever be good enough for anyone to love her. Her parents did but it was their job. Her old friends never called anymore nor answered her calls and texts. She thought about her razor in the bathroom that she had to dispose. She wanted to sink it into her thigh to possibly cut off the fat. She quickly brushed the thought out of her mind.

Then she took a nap.