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7 a.m. on a Saturday, the last thing I expected to hear was my sister throwing up in the bathroom. I covered my ears with my feathered pillow. For, I was not about to go in the bathroom and hold my 19 year old sister’s hair back as she threw up the shots of liquor she consumed the night before. After a couple more grueling minutes, the repulsive noise stopped and I heard my sister tip toe down the stairs. Stretching my body, I got up and went downstairs to see what my sister was doing.
“Morning,” Blair said while sipping on hot tea and lemon.
“Someone had a rough night last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were just puking your guts up. I’m assuming you had too much to drink,” I didn’t understand why she acted like nothing happened. It’s not like I was going to go tell my mom that Blair went to a party.
“No I wasn’t. I was taking a shower. Trust me, the last thing I would be doing is partying.”
I knew that was a lie because her hair was the farthest thing from wet. There was a reason why she didn’t want me to know she was throwing up this morning, so I nodded my head and smiled. It was pointless to disagree with Blair because no matter what, she is always right.
“I’m going to go to the gym. See ya later Jenny!”
******
It was like clockwork. For the past week, Blair would throw up early in the morning and pretend like nothing happened. After, she would go to the gym and spend half of her day there. Something wasn’t right. At first, I thought she was over partying because our mom got a new job and was barely home. But then, I noticed Blair was always going to the bathroom, she was constantly wearing baggy clothes and went to the gym every day. And in a way, she looked faded. Her once sun-kissed highlighted hair was washed out and her pearly white teeth were no longer sparkly when she smiled. That’s when I realized Blair was bulimic.
****
“Mom, come here”
“What do you need Jenny?” She was short and I could tell she was in a rush.
“Mom, this is serious. I think Blair has an eating disorder.”
“That’s ridiculous! We will talk about this when I come home for dinner.”
I planned on proving to my mom that Blair had a problem. So, I decided to pick up Blair’s favorites for dinner- garlic mashed potatoes, penne vodka, and a large loaf of ciabatta bread. That way if she didn’t eat any of her favorite foods, my mom would see that something was wrong.
But, boy did she eat. Blair took spoonfuls of mashed potatoes, two helpings of penne vodka, and soaked her three pieces of ciabatta bread in olive oil and spices. My mom gave me an “I told you so” look and I couldn’t believe my accusation was wrong. Unless, Blair knew I was on to her. A couple minutes after Blair scarfed down her dinner, she excused herself to go up in her room.
“Jenny, you are out of your mind. Blair ate enough for two!”
“I don’t understand,” Embarrassed, I went up to my room to watch TV. I heard the bathroom door shut as I started to walk up the stairs and I could already hear Blair throwing up her “favorite” foods. I waited until Blair went back into her room to call her out.
“Listen Blair, you can fool mom all you want, but I know that you’re bulimic. You make yourself sick every morning, your hair is washed out, your teeth are turning yellow, and you are always wearing baggy clothes and go to the gym every day.”
Blair had a confused look on her face. I could tell she didn’t know what to say. Then, all of a sudden she started to laugh.
“I can’t get my hair highlighted anymore or whiten my teeth. And I wear baggy clothes because that is all that fits and the gym is really the doctor’s office and me throwing up every morning is actually morning sickness. Jenny, I’m pregnant.”
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