Dash's Eating Disorder Chapter One
My name is Rainbow Dash, and recently I heard that The Wonderbolts only accept the most fit fliers, meaning they don't hire big ponies. Lately I've been eating a lot of junk food and not really moving around as much as I should, so I've gained some weight on my stomach area. It isn't very noticeable but it still makes me feel bad about myself. If I don't get rid of this dumb weight soon, I'm not going to be able to fulfill my dream of being a Wonderbolt when I'm old enough to join! You have to be eighteen to join and I'm twelve. Everypony at my middle school is thin, and the second to last thing I want to be teased for is my weight. I know that I'm being selfish for being so concerned about my weight, since their are anorexic mares and colts starving themselves elsewhere, but i'm not like them. My reason is that I want to be self-confident and not be made fun of, their reasons are always so petty, like they aren't pretty enough or something and want to empress people, or they need to look good for a contest. Besides, I'm not going to become anorexic, I just need to loose a few pounds and then be happy and live my life.
To loose weight, I've decided to workout every day and eat less than seven hundred calories each day. I started doing this yesterday. I think that my dad noticed me being observant about calories and is worried, but this isn't any of his business.
This is my second day of doing intense cardio workouts and limiting my calorie intake.
My heart pounded in my chest as I did one hundred push-ups. I was on the twentieth one, and felt like taking a nap. My forehooves collapsed onto the ground and I breathed heavily.
"This happens every time..." I whispered to myself. Any time I'd try to do push-ups, I would stop at twenty four. Maybe if I kept trying I would be able to do one hundred, I thought.
Before I had the energy to get back up and try again, I heard the front door open; my parents were home, I groaned, I barely got any chance to exercise!
I couldn't exercise when they were home. I didn't want them to know that I was.
By the time they started walking towards my room, I was cooled down and laying on my bed, pretending to read a magazine about fashion and beauty that was laying on my bed. When I picked it up I hadn't realized what it was. It had been my big sister's, she must have left it in my room.
I panicked. I rarely ever sat on my bed without doing anything like sleeping or reading, so just seeing me on the bed awake would surprise them. I couldn't put down the magazine now! There was nothing else around me but a small cat toy for my kitten.
The door opened, revealing two adult ponies with green manes and blue coats.
"We're back from the store, Dash." Mom said, then she noticed the magazine I was reading. Here comes the jokes...
"Aww, you and your sister finally have something in common! You both love fashion. She'll be so happy,"
"Uh..." I didn't really like fashion, and the ponies at my school told me that liking fashion made you uncool. I wanted to be cool. "N-no... I was just making sure that... the... content was safe. Yeah, I was making sure that it was safe for her."
"Oh," Mom said, "well, thanks, I guess you're right. The content in those magazines can be really bad for foals!"
Dad nodded, "Yes. I caught a glance of one yesterday at the store, a stallion was reading it, lots of unsafe pictures of mares in there... luckily your sister is a mare and has no interest in that sort of thing!"
I rolled my eyes. My family was extremely homophobic. If I ever came out, I would be screwed.
"Okay, then, Dad." I said, placing the magazine back where I found it. Once they left, I stretched my wings. I looked down at my belly and frowned; there was a small bump of fat where a flat stomach used to be. It made me feel useless. What would I be if I was too fat to fly? Nothing. I would be just a pile of feathers.
But according to my friend, if you eat less than six hundred calories a day, you'll loose weight really quick. But I can't survive on only six hundred calories, so seven hundred and thirty each day will do.
I sighed, then laid down on the bed while I searched for something to do.
Maybe I could play with my cat for awhile, or I could get a snack... my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten since lunch time and it was about four... but I was on a diet. If I ate, I would probably go over six hundred calories! But I was so hungry...
I briefly considered eating a cookie and then forcing myself to vomit like the girl in my school does. Ponies always said that that wasn't a good idea, but I would only do it once. Maybe a second time during lunch when I eat the chocolate my dad puts in my lunches each day. The chocolate is so good, I can't help it. But I know that it's bad for me... oh, there's probably some of that chocolate left in the pantry... just one square won't hurt, right?
I resisted my temptations. Why was I so hungry? I had already ate lunch. Dinner would be ready soon. I could wait for that.
But then I suddenly started craving apples. Apples are low on calories, they're fruit! But... ugh. I'm going to take a nap.
\\\\\\-a hadokoa chitsu production-/////////////
Author's Note
I wanted to write about eating disorders. I had a school assembly about them recently and mostly every one of my fellow classmates scoffed.
How is Dash's characterisation? Is the pacing neat? If I continued it, would it be worth it?
Thanks, - Hardcore Vagina
(note: anything that is incorrect about eating disorders should be pointed out in the comments, please!)
