Your name is [[ Maggie ]] You are 13 years old, you have anorexia [[ you stand in your bedroom. ]] What will you do? [[go->pg.2]]You. A 13-year-old girl with anorexia. [[back->start]]You begin to think about how the day will go...Will it be worse than the last? You really don't think so, every day is pretty much the same for you...miserable. You always feel bad, and are taunted because of your weight. You have felt horrible about having this illness all your life, and today you have to get up and endure yet another day of being bullied at school... [[back->start]]You get dressed, quickly, you dont like to think or look at your body at all. It's really painful to think about. You wouldn't like to get into all this right now.You leave your room and walk down the hall to find your parents in the kitchen. Your [[ dad ]] serves you, and sits back on a chair near your [[ mom ]] and you. The conversation went something like this.... [[go->pg.3]]Your dad. [[back->pg.2]]Your mom. [[back->pg.2]]mom: So, how did you sleep? you: Okay.. dad: How are you feeling? you: alright... Mom: Okay honey, I'll get the car ready. *leaves room* [[go->pg.4]] You finish eating and sorrowfully go get your bag. Although you said you were fine, you're never really just *fine* going to where you are constantly told "You're too skinny", "Wow, anorexic b*tch", or your favorite " The ugliest girl in school". You get in the car and your mom starts to drive. You look at the scenery as you go, trying not to think about anyone at school, or what they will say or do.The car ride ends ( you feel it ended upbruptly ) and you are now in front of your school. You slowly get out of the car, you don't want to rush to your bullies. That doesn't make any sort of sense. Your mom says bye and to have a good day. Sure. You think. You walk into first period. gym. There is no possible way to say how terrible gym is, especially for you. You walk into the center where everyone is, getting weird looks from around the room. So what do you do? [[go->pg.5 1/2]] think… [[go->pg.5 2/2]] Sit already. They are staring. Some people mouth “ Anorexic “, other people look at your body like you’re an alien from another planet. You sit at the back. You can’t help but ask why it had to be *you* who had this horrible illness. Why *you*? Of all the people in the world. You can’t take this. The mean stares, *all of their faces*… You have to leave. So you do. You run to the restroom and lock yourself in a stall. You start to cry, you can’t take all of this anymore…every single day… Suddenly a group of girls walk in. They’re talking about something that happened at the mall..you try not to listen, but they are just *so loud*. You start to think about your last trip to the mall…… The people gave you the same weird looks... you run out of stall and grab your clothes, get dressed, and take a bus home.You run inside your house and go up to your room and lay on bed crying into a pillow. This is what it feels like to feel unloved. **the end** You sit there while people laugh at you for an illness you couldn't control. People behind you just stare and laugh. You get negative comments from your bullies.The kids in your class whispered mean things about how your body is and how you look,” You think its a monster ?” or ’’ew look at that thing its so ugly and skinny”. Then, you stand up and say “I am who I am !! I'm pretty just the way I am. I don’t need your opinion !!” From all that yelling, the bullies were shocked and just stayed quiet.You look at all of them and say “ As far as I know pretty and perfect are not the same. Some people are not so pretty, but at least they have morals. Unlike some others, who are the most gorgeous human beings on the outside, but are hideous on the inside. Being truely pretty is being it on the inside.. I am pretty. *inside* and *out* So deal with it. ” **the end **[[<img src="Art/define being beautiful cover .png" alt="image not loaded!" title="Hover tooltip">->start]]