June 12A Chapter by Calypso
Today I signed up for my classes. Janna came to me during breakfast this morning. Since it’s summer I only had to take one core class (English, math, history or science. I chose English) and one elective (I chose photography).
My day started off fast paced. I was woken up at six a.m. and I had to shower, make my bed and get cleaned up before going to breakfast. We were given an hour to eat all that was on ourplate. I hated it so much. I started to become angry at the potions of food. Janna told me though that the portions were small by normal standards. A girl a few tables down from me threw a fit because she said she didn’t want to eat her eggs. I wanted to tell her that none of the bulimics or anorexics wanted to consume the fat, but had to. I ate my eggs and toast quietly, but the food bothered me during the classes.
In English the food I had ate was all I could think about. Mrs. Maxwell (my English teacher) gave us homework. I knew it would be easy; all I had to do was read a story and rewrite it as a poem. Photography was fun. We were give cameras and an assignment to take a picture of our shadow. School ended at twelve and after that we had an hour for lunch. From one to two we had art therapy then at two to four we had free time and at four to five we had group therapy. Then we had dinner and finally it was time to journal.
The part of the day that sticks in my head is group therapy. They had the girl bulimics with the girl over eaters. There were ten of us in a stuffed, smelly room.
An older women spoke up, “Hello everyone. Do you know why you are here?”
“Because my parents made too!” A beefy girl called out.
The women pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let me say it differently. Do you know why the bulimics and the over eaters are in the same room?”
Everyone went quiet and finally a timid, larger girl said, “Because we both have problems with over eating.”
“Exactly! Thank you Paige. Would someone like to say something?”
No one did, so the women started out. “When I was a teen I would eat when I was depressed.”
The shy and timid girl from earlier spoke again, “I eat when I’m lonely. I don’t have friends.”
“Well you have a friend in us.” Said the older women. “Why don’t we ask the new girl? What’s your name honey?”
“What a special name.” She said.
“What a weird name.” Someone mumbled distantly. A girl beside her elbowed the girl who said it.
“I hate my life. I wish I were gone. That’s why I binge and purge.” I mumbled softly.
“So you want to die?”“Yes, so that I’ll no longer have so many memories.”
© 2012 Calypso
A Forgiver in Ivory
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