Post by Lucy Sawyer on Mar 10, 2013 9:19:53 GMT -5
The volleyball court was eerily empty and quiet. The time was late, perhaps dusk was about to fall, and the only person in the court was Lucy. In her arms, she held the ball. Almost hugging it. Her gaze was fixed on the net. But she wasn't doing anything besides that. She didn't even know why she was here. She was confused. And hurt. Still ever so hurt...
Several years ago, it was on a court similar to this one that some of the hurtful comments were given. Surrounded by a group of arrogant and ignorant children, the overweight Lucy became the victim of gods know how many fat jokes. It was that very day when she'd taken the comments much more to heart than any other time. Returning home that day, Lucy had spent a few hours in tears. When her father came to her room, he found her standing in front of a long mirror staring at her body, still weeping as the comments from earlier repeated in her mind. He offered her dinner, and she refused it. And that's how it all started. Months passed and Lucy continued to skip meals, eating only the bare minimum in the day. Enough to keep her alive. Eventually, she was underweight. Her father started to worry now. Believing that if she continued this way, she might as well run straight into anorexia. He forced her to eat enough to maintain her weight, at least. The girl was skinny. Even today, looking at herself in the mirror, she would still see the overweight girl that she used to be. The overweight girl that had caused so many painful comments. Lucy wasn't yet perfect. This bothered her. So much. She was still fat. Too fat.
At first, Lucy didn't notice a tear starting to slowly roll down her cheek. Almost too enraged by her feelings and her frustration at her appearance, Lucy threw the ball up into the air and smacked it over the net. Watching as it hit the floor, bounced a little and started to roll away.
She inhaled and exhaled slowly. Starting to hug herself then. I want to be thin... She thought, biting her lip. I want to be sexually desirable. I want to be attractive. I want to be beautiful. Was this likely to happen any time soon? In Lucy's mind, probably not. It was still something she had to work towards. Even if people were forcing her to eat before she became skeletal. In reality, Lucy had a wonderful figure. Although she was skinny, lacking both the fat and muscle to make up the ever so desirable curves of a woman, she still had the hips and the breasts for it. Not that she ever saw this.
Looking back at the ball that had now stopped in its path, Lucy let a deep sigh escape her lips. Happy thoughts. She thought, the corners of her lips slowly curving upwards. If I keep smiling, no one will know. Walking towards the ball, Lucy eventually got close enough to pick it up. She pivoted on the one foot and kept her gaze on what she held. Although occasionally stealing a glance at the net. Perhaps I just need to talk to someone. It might make me feel better anyway.
notes: finally. a Lucy post. ._. Ignore her mood. She'll be alright when she's joined by someone else. ;D In fact, she'll be much happier. But let's see how it goes. :3
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