And so it begins
pathetic
That was all George could think of himself as he stood shirtless In front of the mirror, he was absolutely pathetic he's sure anyone else would think the same.
He looked nothing like Fred, Fred was slim and fit while he himself was fat. George looked down to his wrist that where turned to face outward.
He lifted one hand looking down at his wrist, he bought his other hand to it wrapping his thumb and middle finger around it completely the where they touched, then he tired his index finger only for it to squeeze his skin between his finger and thumb.
He looked back at himself I'm the mirror, ask anyone else and they'd say George was only a bit bigger than fred, but to George a bit was disgustingly a lot.
'thats it he was disgusting absolutely disgusting ' George thought to himself looking back at the mirror, he stares for a few more seconds before pulling back on his shirt back on.
He walked back to his dormatory laying face down on his bed, 'there has to be something he could do, something ' he thought to himself before hearing the door open.
"Ahh Georgie" Fred said stepping into the room as if to sound surprised, "shocking seeing you here isn't it?" Fred said sitting on George's bed "no Fred it's not" George groaned, truthfully he should be the one surprised to see Fred, ever since that date with Angelina it seems as if he's never around, always to busy and cought up with her.
George admits he was a little jealous, he could Fred go from spending every waking moment with him to barley passing him in the halls, He hated it and her.
"You know you should really get up, you'll miss breakfast if you don't, been waiting for you for at least half an hour decided I'd come up here and wake you up myself" Fred said pulling at George a little.
Now George highly doubts Fred was actually waiting on him, he probably forgot something came up to get it and stubbled In to him, "yeah sure I'm getting up" George said lifting up .
"Atta boy Georgie" fred joked, George stood up and grabbed him bag, "hm your shirt looks like it's gotten tighter " Fred said as they walked out the room, George Just stopped 'had it really?'
By the time they'd gotten to the grate hall he'd lost his appetite, they sat down next to Angelina and Katie and Lee as always.
"George aren't you going to eat?" Lee asked him, George looked over to him and just shook his head no, "you have to eat something George, come on" Lee said and George only sighed giving in.
George couldn't help but think of all the calories, he'd never thought that way before. To everyone else it seems as if as soon as he's done he has to rush off somewhere.
George found the nearest bathroom before going into a stall and dropping down onto his knees, he needs to get the food out of him somehow, he stuck his finger down his throat gaging and coughing as he felt his breakfast coming back up.
That wasn't so bad, George thought as he washed his had 'yeah throwing up until all that came out was stomach acid wasn't so bad' he thought as he washed his hands. He couldn't help but smile to himself remember how Lee was concerned for him, he wished Fred still cared about him like that.
'Maybe he'd like him better once he was skinny again, yeah maybe'
George wouldn't say he was leaving himself on false hopes but if it made him feel better then how could he say he wasn't? He walked to class trying to push what he'd done behind him
Sickening isn't it? How some people are so obsessed with there looks and how others persevere them, but how could you not care how others see you? To not would just be inhuman.
George had done the same thing he did at breakfast when he had lunch that day, and dinner. The more he did it the easier it got, but later that night he couldn't help but think what he was doing was unhealthy, so he'd stop. If only it where that easy.
But the next morning after breakfast he couldn't help but start to gag, as if he couldn't keep his food down, he rushed off the the bathroom throwing up completely, vomiting till there was nothing left, he splashed water on his face looking up at himself in the mirror, and so it begins.
Maybe he was better off like this anyway, it's not as if anyone would care enough to stop him