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collapsing. Then she would rest for a miniscule moment before starting again, making sure she burned off
every last calorie she had consumed in the binge. This was not even the worst part……
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Camila’s heart pounded against her chest, feeling like a stampede of horses running across a cold
tundra. Her chest ached, and her lungs gasping for breath felt that they would explode at any given moment.
The dry air made her throat feel like it was on fire. Every muscle straining to take another step, feeling like
rubber. She zoned out all of her surroundings. She focused solely on the sound of her footsteps pounding on
the treadmill. Her mind came back to reality when a shock of electricity shot through her.
“Go faster! What? Do you think that this is just going to come easy? Do you think that you deserve
some sort of pity? Camila, you are nothing special! You are nothing at all! You are a failure! So weak you are!
You are such a waste of space! Go faster and maybe you will lose the weight you gained, and at least be
wasting less space!” Mia shot these words at Camila, and they hurt…even more so than the taser Mia had
used on her. It felt like she had been stabbed in the gut. Her eyes welled with tears, but she couldn’t cry. She
couldn’t show her sadness, she was already weak enough.
At this moment, Mia turned the dial on the treadmill, forcing Camila into a dead sprint. She
accelerated, but she couldn’t keep at this pace for long. Her legs burned, she felt as if she was
hyperventilating. She just couldn’t get the air in fast enough. Her vision began to blur, and Camila began to
fall, the world going black.
***
When Camila awoke her body ached beyond compare. She pushed herself up into a sitting position on
the cold hard floor, her muscles screaming in the process. Her movement triggered the motion sensored lights
to come on, and for a moment she was blinded. When her vision returned, her eyes moved to observe the
bandage on her arm. Thats when it all came back to her. She was here because she had failed...She had eaten.
She hadn’t stuck to her diet, which was one of the most important rules here in the city.
Here in the city, it was divided up into sections where people would live based on their BMI. The center
of the city was called “Pro Center”. Only because that's where the pros lived. This was for the strongest
people, those who had the best self control and had a BMI of anywhere between 0 and 12. The next ring of
the city was referred to as Skinnyville. This was for those who had a BMI of 12-14. The next ring was called
“The Norm”, and those who lived here had a BMI of 14-17. Camila lived in the next ring….Fattytown...Her BMI

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