Time for a run.
I stared at John in disgust, unable to say anything. We were standing in the hallway of my dorm. People were coming and going, no one paying attention to us. Just another boyfriend breaking up with his girlfriend because he thinks she's fat.
"Look, we can still be friends. I just-we aren't good together." He paused, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't. What was I supposed to say?
"I mean, if you weren't so..." He trailed off, looking me up and down. Not like how a man does when he thinks a women is pretty, but like when you go into a popular store and someone thinks you are too fat for any of the clothes. He reaches out to touch my arm but I pull back, I didn't want him to touch me. I felt sick to my stomach.
"Look Chloe. All i'm saying is I need someone who fits along side me. And you just don't. I work out, you sit on the couch. I eat a salad, you eat a freaking happy meal and a piece of cake. When was the last time you even ran?" He paused, letting me think. I just shrugged, I don't think I ever actually have. I was in band so I never had to go to gym class.
"Okay, I have to go. I'm meeting someone for a date. Wish me luck." He pecked me on the cheek and ran off, dialing someones number as he left. I watched him go, just standing there. Wanting to cry but knowing better. I looked up as I saw my new neighbor. He was incredibly hot, which made me mad because I know he saw everything.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked me. Instead of answering like a normal and decent person I ran into my room, slamming my door into his face. I sunk down onto the floor, bringing my knees into my chest.
How could this happen? I wasn't really fat, was I? I was just curvy. I threw my clothes off and stared at myself. For the first time in my life, I hated what looked back at me. I felt like puking. So that's exactly what I did. I ran to the bathroom and puked whatever I had had the day before.
It's time for a change. I knew that, I'm pretty sure everyone knew that. I changed into some sweats and pulled my hair up.
Time for a run.
