My body feels renewed as I wake up to my alarm. I'm still insanely cold, but eating more, getting, gag, nutrients and nourishment, in my body, helped. Don't you dare think eating is good, Lilliana. It's gonna make you fat. Well, not to worry, because now I'm starting my forever fasting streak.
I feel a little dizzy, but more like how dizzy I felt a month ago. Recovery was never this fast in bulimia, and I'm sure it will not be that easy if I ever go into anorexia recovery. Don't you think about eating disorder recovery, Lilliana. How preposterous.
Well, time to get ready. I put on a flower leotard and black shorts. My hair loss is still happening, but I put my hair in a high ponytail. As I start covering all my cuts, I start thinking of yesterday.
From the yells of the producers, and the number of texts, Ms. Abby wasn't upset that I left, but more concerned. The girls and Brady are going to be very concerned. I hope this doesn't jeopardize my chances of getting a team jacket. You had no chance in the beginning, Lilliana.
I do my makeup, take my medicine, and nervously enter the main room. Mom's there drinking coffee and texting someone.
"Morning. Feel better?" Mom asks.
"Good enough to dance!" I respond, adding some fake pep and excitement.
"That's good because A. you're bags are already in the car, and B. because Ms. Abby wants us to get early to drag sticks from the nearby woods, apparently," Mom informs, and I start laughing.
"What?" I chuckle, dumbfounded.
Mom shrugs and I get an Ensure from the fridge. First meal: find a way to dispose of it. Chug and dispose of in the elevator. The easiest way to get rid of it. I hold it in my hand, staring at it for a second before I go back to my room to grab my water bottle, dance stuff, and shoes.
"Are we carpooling?" I ask while we walk through the hallway, removing the metal seal on the top of the Ensure.
"Ashley and Pressley are going to be riding with us. I think you two have good chances of getting team jackets," Mom mentions and I go quiet.
I immediately start "chugging" the Ensure, I fake swallow, which is a little difficult for me, but I can manage. Pressley is waiting in the lobby with Ms. Ashley. She gives me a big smile and runs up to me.
"I feel a lot better today. Like, other than feeling freezing, I feel relatively okay!" I whisper, shivering.
"Do you want anything to warm you up?" Pressley asks, walking out with me.
"No, the only thing that warms me up is sleep and showers. Not even the thickest blanket could warm me up all the way," I inform her, and she nods.
As soon as we get in the car, Pressley immediately starts playing the clean version of Hollaback Girl, and despite it being 6:15, we all start jamming out to the song. Early 2000s Gwen Stefani rocks, and from what Mom says, she's barely aged.
More jams come out of Pressley's phone, like Old Town Road. Lil Nas X is a good artist, but not as good as Billie Eilish or Melanie Martinez. Sorry, Pressley's Spotify. As we pull around the bend, Tricia and Michelle are dragging sticks near the front of the entrance.
"Get to work!" Pressley and I say in unison as we grab our stuff and enter the ALDC. Brady and Sarah are in Studio A with Ms. Gianna, setting up some tarps.
"The mothers are making a nest for Angry Birds Tutu," Sarah and Brady inform us, and we all start giggling as we help lay out the blue tarp.
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Fanfiction***MATURE WARNING*** "The hunger is good. You had too many calories already. You're already fat." "They'll love you even more when you're skinny. You'll be their perfect little angel when you're nice and pretty." "Lilly, I heard you puking up the c...
