#Chapter 12: Look a Little Closer

Celeste

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of my lecture hall, casting a golden glow over my notes.

It was difficult to focus knowing that my dress was waiting for me in my closet at home. I was excited to run home to check on it, to see how the stains looked now that it was dry.

As class came to a close, however, my mind began to wander to lunch. I skipped breakfast that morning, and dinner the night before. I was feeling weak and sick to my stomach, but the pangs of hunger were a constant reminder of my goal: to shed a few pounds for the ball.

It was likely a futile effort; I had gone through phases like this in the past where I tried to starve myself to lose some weight, only to binge at the end of it all and hate myself even more. It would likely be no different this time, but I hoped to at least save the binging for after the dance.

Walking out of the classroom, I was greeted by Fiona’s familiar chirpy voice.

“Celeste! Wait up! Fancy some grub?”

I mustered a smile,