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Spring Whippet Tales
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was 18, and this town was for anything higher than 17, for the fatties. She had been trying to get low enough
to move to The Norm, but she still had weight to drop. Her binge hadn’t helped either, because now she had
been moved to the Mia Outskirts of the city for her punishment.
Camila stood, and regained her balance that she lost in the headrush. The room was like none other
she had been in before. Every wall was nothing but a giant mirror, even the floor and ceiling. Any way she
turned to escape the view of her own disgusting fat body failed, for there was no escaping that. “NO!” She
sobbed, falling down, and landing with a loud “THUD”. The pain ricocheted through her bones, but no pain
would ever amount to how she felt when she looked at herself in the mirror. Camila rose her head up, looking
into her own blue grey eyes now. Her long, blonde hair was a tangled mess from the dreadful night. Her
chubby, tear stained face staring back at her in disgust. “Why are you such a failure?”, she screamed as she
punched the ground mirror, wishing the image would disappear. She crawled over to the wall. How could
someone be so fat? She sobbed uncontrollably, for there was nobody she hated as much as herself, and there
never would be. Her fists began to bleed as she hit her own reflection. The pain shooting up her arm as the
bones in her right hand snapped, but Camila kept going. She fought until all energy was gone and her mind
became numb. Her hand throbbed, but it didn’t matter. The nurse would fix it it before she was shipped back
into Fattytown. Laying back down onto the mirrored floor, Camila made a promise to herself. She could not
stay like this any longer, she just wanted to disappear. Disappear she would, at least for the most part. Camila
would become thin. She would become a pro.
***
Camila stepped on the scale, Ana at her side. She was weighing in to be accepted into Skinnyville. Ana
stood by, calculating her BMI, which would have to be lower than 14 for her to be accepted. With a height of
5’8”, her weight would have to be 92 lbs or less. Camila stood nervously waiting for Ana to spit out the results.
Her heart felt like she was running a marathon, and the butterflies amid her stomach were flying faster every
second. She prayed silently that she had made it. She had been working so hard ever since the dreadful
experience she had encountered in the Mia outskirts. She just wanted success, to be perfect. It wasn’t just the