I stood 5’2 and a mere fifty-eight pounds as I walked into the school I deemed “hell” and boy, if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. The comments were enough for me to want to go to a McDonalds and eat everything on the menu, if only it were that easy. I have a rare disease called Superior Mesenteric Artery Syndrome-- in essence, it makes it impossible to gain weight, but of course the kids at school don’t know that. “Eat a burger!” “Being too skinny makes you look ugly.” “Gross.” “I can see your bones.” I hear as I walk down the walk down the crowded hallway with my head down, my light brown hair covering my frail face and my boney pale arms across my chest. I bet you think these comments are easy to brush off, which in the beginning …show more content…
I’ll pick you up at eight,” he said his voice low and suspicious, I instantly felt deflated. he doesn’t like you this is just a joke my mind raced and thought scattered in my brain, but I shook the feeling because I finally had a chance to change my image. I prance away with my head in the clouds without another word and head to the subway, where I would daydream about the beautiful dress I’ll get to wear. About a week after I was asked to homecoming, I was sitting in my room angry about my appearance, when I noticed that when I focused hard enough, and when in enough rage, I could move objects with my mind. I began moving pencils and pens and clothes, happy that I finally could accomplish something that was unique. The weeks stumbled by until, It was the day, the day that I would go to my first school dance. I sat on my couch picking at my medium length, ill fitting dress that I purchased yesterday. I didn’t have time to get this dress tailored like the rest of my clothing, so I looked like a blob of black cloth, sitting on our old couch as my mom sat at her laptop ignoring my existence, like normal. After about a half hour of waiting, the door bell sounds and I hop up to meet Alex at the door. “You look beautiful,” Alex said, in what my mind perceived to be a sarcastic tone, because I’ve been belittled all my