What the world didn’t see was the ugly side of Josie. You see, she caught the liars disease and the slowly the poisonous infection took over her “perfect” life. In time she became a shell of her former self. And when the day finally came, the day the world caved in, those closest to her stood aghast, mouths hanging open, appalled their perfect Miss. P had fallen so far from grace. Some said there were no signs, some wept, others scorned. But none, no matter the reaction, were ever the same again.
You see, young Josie had a terrible secret. Brought on by years of smiling pretty, fat jokes, and an inner voice slowly seeping poison into her innocent mind and tender heart, an empathetic soul she was one to take on others problems though she never lacked for her own. A little over a year ago Josie became a statistic. One of the millions of girls every year who resort to binges to free themselves. One of the lemmings who naively bought into a male driven media’s view of what beauty should be. One more misguided youth, weeping as she purges to cleans her soul. One more angst ridden angel, broken and forgotten.
It started simply enough, a real weight loss plan, a well meaning mother and the fuel of showing everyone she was more then the “smart one”, the “sweet one”, the A-typical fat best friend. The life she was forced to lead her catalyst into this darkness.
In another eight months Josie will die. Those she loved will find her diary and know the dark secret. They won’t understand it wasn’t about being thin anymore, they won’t understand every heartbroken rejection is what pushed her on. To the world she’ll be one more lost chance victim of teenage angst repression. They won’t ever understand why their perfect Miss P was coved in cuts, full of laxatives, and clutching a bottle of sleeping pills as she fell comatose into tub of running water.