Baby McDonald

Ahh the torture they put the baby through....

Thin by the third grade...

Thin by Third Grade


Chapter 1

Wake up. Pull away the blankets. 228 pounds. Struggle to the washroom. Turn the tap, brushing my teeth. 228 pounds. Wash my face. Look in the mirror. I’m staring at myself. I’m disgusted. I’m petrified. I’m fat. Put on clothes.. Walk to school. Made fun of. Starts off slow. Fat ass. Engine runs...fat ass piece of shit. No offense taken...it was expected. I reached my destination. The hell hole of education. Open the door...opened my fat.
I see posters...10 of them. I’m not sure. 3 months. June 24. 6:00. Semi-formal. The poster read, “Come on...come all to the party of the year. Don’t miss out. It’s being held on June 24 at 6:00 p.m. Shine at Presidente Party hall. Do your thang’!” As I’m reading I see a figure. A female figure. She’s thin as paper, but that’s the trend these days. Helpert, Sally was here name. God damn it, I was jealous of her skinny seductive thighs. Looking at the slut, it made me want to shred the meat of my thighs in the paper shredder. She always got her way, with marks, men and teachers. Rumour went around that she slept with the Biology teacher, and guess who got the Biology Award that year? Miss. Slutty Sally. She was the type to use her body as a tool. If she wanted to sleep with the quarterback on the football team, she’d simply wear a micro mini skirt with a crystal clear top to emphasize her perfectly proportioned breasts. She sure indeed slept with him. She once slept with him the morning before an exam, and came to school with her zipper down and no bra. According to the school, she still looked sexy.
I’ve always wanted to be skinny like her. Not just her. But like Hilary Duff, Paris Hilton and Christina Aguilera. I hate myself for the way I am. Semi formal is in 2 months, and I promise to God I will be skinny. I want to be stared at. I want to be called sexy, not by mom or dad, but by the boys in school. But what’s the secret to becoming skinny? Not just skinny, sexy as well. When I enter the doors that lead me to the semiformal dance, I want all eyes to be on me. Especially the eyes of my secret –four-year-crush, Steven Johnson. I want to look amazing so amazing that he’ll come and ask me to the dance. But first, I should realize that I’m not going anywhere with the fat on my skin. My Caucasian-pimple free- skin. Dieting starts tomorrow. Look out world. Here I come.
Wake up. Pull away the blankets. 228 pounds. Struggle to the washroom. Turn the tap, to brush my teeth. 228 pounds. Wash my face. Look in the mirror. I’m staring at myself. I’m disgusted. I’m petrified. I’m fat. Put on clothes. SKIP BREAKFAST. Walk to school. Made fun of. Starts off slow...Fat ass. Engine runs...fat ass piece of shit. No offense taken...it was expected. I reached my destination. The hell hole of education. Opened the door...Opened my fat.

Daily Record:
Beginning Weight: 228 Pounds.
Desired Weight: 100 Pounds.

Time

Food

Calories

7:45- 9:00
Water
0

9:00-12:00
Water
0

12:00-3:00
Apple
44
3:00-6:00
Water
0
6:00-9:00p.m.
Water
0

Total Intake: 44 Calories
It’s been along time since I have written. I’ve been too weak to write. I just had an apple wrapped with a leaf for lunch. There is some energy in me now. As I get weaker, I feel skinnier. Which is a good thing? I haven’t been to school, and even though I am with my family, I have lost contact with them. My pants feel loose, and my breasts are sagging because I haven’t bought a new bra. My legs are sore and my stomach has black spots on them. My eyes have bags under them, my mouth is dried up from no milk. Beauty kills.
It’s been a month since I started my crash-diet. I feel good. I feel sexy. I feel skinny. Semi-formal is in exactly one month. I went to the mall today, I had too. None of my clothing was fitting and my breasts are hanging low, down low with my weight. My dress is red with a flower on the right side. I bought matching accessories. I got all I wanted but except one thing. I was howled at, or shouted about. I didn’t get a, “Hey momma, you so sexy you make me want to change my pants” or “Girl, gimme’ your number, we can hook up some time.” None of that. Not even a glimpse from any hot guys. I figured I haven’t lost enough weight, I continued to starve myself. I’m planning to go to school tomorrow. Maybe the people in
school can tell the difference between me before and now. I can’t want to see Steven’s face. I can’t wait. But first, I have to skip dinner.
Here I am in class. Not paying attention. As usual. I’m failing Science, Math and Drama. But nothing matters except the dance. Sally took a second look at me while she was walking to her locker, I guess she was shocked and confused. It made me happy to see her upset. But there was no one to express my emotions towards, I had no friends to begin with, so there was not a lot of talking involved. Steven wasn’t in school, how do I know? I walked past his classes about 25 times. I was either blind or her was not there. I’m pretty sure, he was not there. It didn’t seem to affect me as much I thought, because I got a lot of comments. Good ones. For once. I felt good. There has been only one thing that’s been bothering me. Since the morning and until lunch I haven’t been to the washroom. Whenever I go into the girl’s washroom, the stalls are always full. How will I be able to forcefully put a finger down my throat if there are no toilets available?
Semi-formal is exactly in 1 week. It has been fukkin’ hectic. I had to return my dress because I have lost tremendous amount of weight. When I went to the store, they didn’t have the dress in my size. In fact they didn’t have any dresses in my size. This made me feel bad. I wasn’t so sexy anymore. I was so skinny I could count and feel my bones, all over my body. My eyes are poppin’ out of my fukkin’ face. I have the lost the will to laugh and cry. It’s not about having a dress for the dance, but to feel good inside. Steven has been screwing Sally, that’s nothing new. She is the school’s mattress. But it’s not about Steven, but to feel good inside. But what is the most upsetting thing that has happened to me, over the 2 month period. I have been trying to gain back a few pounds, but it’s impossible! I hate my body. I feel like a fukkin’ bag of bones. I should not have changed the way I was. I should have realized when I was looking skinnier than planned. Now, I look hideous than imagined. My name is Anorexia Nervosa.

Numerology, Psychic reading and horoscopes! It's a Hindu thing:D

UNIVERSAL CODEConversion table
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
A B C D E F G H I
J K L M N O P Q R
S T U V W X Y Z -

Examples are:Ann becomes, A[1]+N[5]+N[5]=11. Master Numbers remain the same, so Ann’s Name Vibration is eleven [11]
Freddie becomes, F[6]+R[9]+E[5]+D[4]+D[4]+I[9]+E[5]=42, 4+2=6. So Freddies, Name Vibration is six [6].
Azura become, A[1]+Z[8]+U[3]+ R[9]+A[1]=22. Azura is the Master Number of twenty-two [22] and remains the same.

So how about my name?

Vinoda: V[4] I[9] N [5] O [6] D [4] A [1]
SO vibration is : 29

2+9 =11 1+1= 2

2. The Given Name Vibration of two[2], is one of partnerships and communication. You are a natural diplomat, and have the ability of assisting others, to sort concerns that maybe troubling them. You are instinctively attracted to others, and seem to be able to look deep within a person to see what they are really made of. You can adapt well to whatever curves life throws you, and accept the full consequences of your actions. Your relationship with your partner can be a very rewarding one, with one of love and devotion, but be aware that your individuality can suffer, if you are not assisting others with the special gifts you have been given.KEYWORDSDiplomat, adaptable, gentle, understanding, caring, sharing, tactful, following, searching, compromise, harmony.
2-

Capricorn! :)

"Few people are as practical and ambitious as Capricorn. Yours is the tenth sign, an earthy element, which makes you down to earth and matter-of-fact. Caution is your second name and this is due to Saturn, your ruling planet. You are sometimes shy and lack self confidence and self-esteem. I've never met a Capricorn who was afraid of hard work in order which to achieve what they want in life. You are ambitious and go for your dreams and usually end up successful. You like money but not if it involves risk. You prefer to know exactly where your dollars and cents are going. You prefer traditional types of savings.Others do not generally see you as too enthusiastic but when people get to know you, you do have a side to your nature which is humorous and affectionate. You like to work quietly and effectively without creating too much bother or attention to yourself. You are emotionally cool so you don't warm to people that easily until you get to know them. Once you get closer you start to feel comfortable with them. Suspicion is one of the chief traits of Capricorn and when you meet people for the first time it is your way of displaying maturity by not jumping the gun. You like to understand what another person is really about.You are a big thinker even though you work methodically and practically by taking your time to achieve what you set out to do. You never like airy, fairy concepts and only work on ideas which will vouch safe your financial and material security in the future. You are not a clock watcher when you work because you believe in doing a job right the first time round. You also hate wasting time. You are frugal, resourceful and hard working. Commitment is natural to you which is why, as I said earlier, you are likely to be successful in anything you attempt.Not all Capricorns are supported in their lives so you learnt from an early age how to be self sufficient and to make it alone. You know exactly how to achieve your ambitions by yourself. Your primary philosophy is that self sufficiency is strength so you do not like to ask others to carry you. This also has a basis in the fact that you like to take full credit for what you achieve. "Expect the worst but hope for the best" is a saying that I have often heard many Capricorns repeat. Basically you are very level-headed and don't expect things to happen overnight. People admire the way you work because you are motivated by your ambitions but also like to perfect your work and do it properly. You can always be relied upon to help others and not cut corners. A traditional life style appeals to you because you like things in their place and need to be in control. Because of this you are not always the most exciting person to be around but you are extremely loyal and will never let anyone down when you give them your word. It does not seem to bother you that others see you as less adventurous. The name of the game to you is living life on your own terms rather than compromising.Sometimes others make the mistake of thinking you are elitist. They get the sense you are looking down on them but this is not so because you are actually a very generous person with both your money and your time and if the cause is a worthy one there are fewer who are as generous as you.Due to your cautious and meticulous mind you are a wonderful judge of character and can easily see through the BS. You are aware of the consequences of partnership both commercially and personally and are absolutely committed to your word.If others get to know you they will understand that you are a very trustworthy, dependent, punctual individual that you can always be counted on to fulfil their needs and help them if the occasion arises. In money matters you are extremely hard to deal with and are sometimes seen as being overly materialistic. Although you do drive a hard bargain your integrity always steers your course in life. You have an incredible capacity to withstand the blows of life and even if times get tough your resilience and dedication is second to none. You gain greater strength than others from whatever misfortune occurs. You are like the steel under the blacksmith's hammer, getting stronger with every blow! Your token is the Goat which shows just how capable you are of reaching the heights of any mountain. Your success is likely to occur later in life but when it does, you share what you have with others. You like measuring your success through what you have.You expect people to be just as trustworthy as yourself. If you accept a responsibility you do so with full commitment. You always demand the same level of integrity from anyone you deal with both in the work place and at home.You are sure to scale the heights of success and due to your keen focus, discipline and concentration your ruling planet Saturn insures a great deal of success, power and happiness. Capricorn stands for courage and achievement after a long and tedious effort."

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Pleasure in Rain

.:.Pleasure in Rain.:.
It started off with “my regular walk from work”, I felt the rain on my body, but never cared to realize what it symbolized. That late evening, I was an orphan to the precipitation, because I had no one with me. As the rain drops had continued to fall and the lightning was bound to strike, the murderers mind was awaiting. I walked alongside the fields, with my black laced skirt and a white blouse. It was a normal right-leg left-leg walk. Nothing seductive. But what was it about my appeals that made the mass murderer jump out of the fields and grab me by my virgin hair? I yelled. It rained. I cried. Lightning stroke. I learned nothing could tame a bull. I never got to see the face of my murderer. But if his face was as ugly as his actions, I wouldn’t be surprised. My tears drenched the soil, as I heard him breathing heavily over my ears. He told me to close my eyes, and to pretend that I was enjoying whatever he was doing. I was never touched the way I was by a man, but the way in which I was violated most definitely it had to be a man. “The hands over my mouth was delicate…his hands were soft.” As I kept thinking about what was going to happen next, I was continuously distracted. I was subjected face to face the ground, “I was forced into pleasure”. He had his time with me, a good 30 minutes. Half an hour of my life which was devoted to degradation. As the man turned around to check if there were any “spectators”, I managed to move with the little amount of energy I had in me. He concentrated on the fields, little did he know, that Mother Nature was the only witness and she herself couldn’t bear the nuisance that was happening before her eyes. “With the little amount of clothing I had on my back, I ran.” I could care less if I was naked, what is the use in covering something that is no longer yours? As I reached safety, was trying to warn others about the man I never saw but only felt? It was repulsive rape. No matter how many raindrops fell that night, no amount of water could wash his scent off me. No matter how much lightning was heard, no amount of volume could maximize his violent voice. No matter how much I bled in those fields, no amount of pain is greater. No matter how much I cried out, no amount of sympathy was found in the man who received pleasure in rain.
By: Vinoda Maruthalingam
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