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jeriendhal) wrote2012-07-13 04:19 am
jeriendhal) wrote2012-07-13 04:19 am
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Forty Days of Flash Fic: Day Twenty-Four (Warning: Potential Triggers)
Another piece set in the "For Your Safety" universe. Due to the fact that this and the next couple of days might be triggery to folks with body image issues, I'm putting them behind a cut this time.
Angela always been a "Big Girl." Mum hadn't seemed to care when she was growing up, she was a Big Girl herself. It was only the rest of the world that hated her for it. Hated her for the kilos that went on and seemed to never come off, when everybody else her age were as thin as sticks.
Pretty soon she learned to hate herself as well. Hated getting winded walking up stairs. Hated losing her breath trying to catch the bus. Hated feeling like she was going to explode if the weather got just a little bit hot.
She couldn't even get a decent job. No retail store or office wanted a Big Girl, especially after her diabetes appeared and her knees began to give out. Eventually though, she got disability compensation from National Health to pay for her council house and a cute little catmorph mechanical helper, so that was good, at least a little bit.
But the only real comfort came from food. It tasted good, it filled her aching empty belly, and it was always there for her. Some days, when things got really bad, she just ate and ate, not even tasting what she was putting in her mouth anymore, the mechanical act of chewing hypnotizing her, taking away the hurt in her soul.
Angela always been a "Big Girl." Mum hadn't seemed to care when she was growing up, she was a Big Girl herself. It was only the rest of the world that hated her for it. Hated her for the kilos that went on and seemed to never come off, when everybody else her age were as thin as sticks.
Pretty soon she learned to hate herself as well. Hated getting winded walking up stairs. Hated losing her breath trying to catch the bus. Hated feeling like she was going to explode if the weather got just a little bit hot.
She couldn't even get a decent job. No retail store or office wanted a Big Girl, especially after her diabetes appeared and her knees began to give out. Eventually though, she got disability compensation from National Health to pay for her council house and a cute little catmorph mechanical helper, so that was good, at least a little bit.
But the only real comfort came from food. It tasted good, it filled her aching empty belly, and it was always there for her. Some days, when things got really bad, she just ate and ate, not even tasting what she was putting in her mouth anymore, the mechanical act of chewing hypnotizing her, taking away the hurt in her soul.