5/20/2023 0 Comments Binding 13 by chloe walshMy eyes were too big for my face and a shocking shade of blue to boot. My face was free of makeup, making me look every bit as young and small as I felt. My long, brown hair was loose and flowing down the middle of my back, pushed back from my face with a plain red hairband. I was thin on the extreme, under developed with fried eggs for breasts, clearly untouched by the puberty boom that had hit every other girl my age. I was ridiculously small for my age in every way. My only consolation was the shoes that Mam bought me brought me up to the five feet two mark. Grey skirt that stopped at the knee, revealing two scrawny, underdeveloped legs, and finishing with tan tights, navy socks, and two-inch, black court shoes. Navy jumper with the Tommen College crest on the breast with a white shirt and red tie. Smoothing down my new school uniform, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and hardly recognized myself. My pulse was beating at a concerning rate my anxiety the culprit for my erratic heartbeat, not to mention the cause of my upchuck reflex abandoning me. I would like to dedicate Binding 13 to anyone who's ever had a dream they dared to chase with insatiable hunger and drive.Ī whole new year, and the first day back to school after Christmas break.Īnd I was nervous – so nervous, in fact, that I had thrown up no less than three times this morning.
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