Little Miss Perfect Page #4

eat something now?

- Really, I'm okay,

and thank you.

Okay, now give me

all of your change.

- Have a seat.

- Alright class.

I'd like to congratulate

a very special student

for getting into the

Columbia program.

I'd like to share that

Lyla has been accepted

and will be taking part

in this great

opportunity this summer.

So let's go ahead

and give her a hand.

- Do I need to undress.

- Not necessary.

- So will I be able

to go to the dance?

Hey Gus.

I'm sorry again.

Can we please go

together tonight?

Call me.

- I can do your hair next.

- Nah, I think I'm just

gonna leave it alone.

- Since when do you smoke?

- Helps with nerves.

- What are you nervous about?

- And it doesn't

make me that hungry.

- There we go.

Is that from the

Columbia program?

I thought you didn't apply.

- I didn't.

- Did you get in?

Course.

What do you think?

- Looks great.

- Try yours on so

we can compare.

- I can't wear this.

- Why not?

- I don't like it anymore.

I think I'm just gonna

wear something else.

- You spent all your

allowance on that dress.

Isn't that why you've been

practically starving yourself?

- What?

No.

I mean, yeah, I used the money,

but I didn't do it for a dress.

- Then why?

For Gus?

- For me.

- Oh.

Well, just throw a

jacket on over it.

I wasn't counting

on breaking your heart

Now, I'm just counting on luck

- Belle, what are

you doing here?

- Why shouldn't I be?

- Do you have a note?

Where'd you get this?

- The nurse.

- Where's Gus?

- He couldn't come.

- Don't pull this sh*t

with me, I need the car.

- Hell no.

- Joey, I need the car.

Please, just give me the keys.

- Why, so you can see

your little girlfriend?

- Come on Joey.

- Do you still think

I can give my speech

to the class on behalf

of the executive council?

- Hey, where's Belle?

- Why don't you just

leave her alone already?

- I need to talk to her,

do you know where she is?

- Maybe, maybe not.

- You know, you're

unbelievable. You know that?

- You love it.

- Hello, and welcome

to our school dance.

I had a fantastic year

with you all here.

There have been

many great moments,

like the time when...

- Alright, everybody settle

down for just a second.

We'll continue.

For now, oh,

I'd like to thank Dear Luna

for so graciously being here,

so let's go ahead

and give them a hand.

Thank you, gentleman.

- I'm gonna talk, I have

a speech and everything.

- But Mr. Davy

said I could do it.

- It's okay, I can

do it. I'm fine.

- I know, but you haven't

been here for the meetings.

I spent weeks on this.

- I know, but I have to do it.

- Why? Nobody even cares.

- I care.

- Well, so do I.

- Since when?

- Since you fell off

the face of the earth

and I took your place.

- Now, I'd like to welcome up

your freshman class

president to say a few words.

- Maybe next election, Lyla.

- You know what? I'm so

done with this. You win.

Thinner is the winner.

- What?

- Ally?

Yeah, it's me.

- What?

- I'm Ally.

Exactly.

You can starve yourself

until you're nothing.

It's all I ever wanted

you to be anyway.

I believe in control,

the only force mighty enough

to bring order in the

chaos that is my world.

I believe that

I'm the most vile,

worthless, and useless

person ever to have existed

on this planet and that

I am totally unworthy

of anyone's time and attention.

I believe in oughts,

musts, and shoulds,

as unbreakable laws to

determine my daily behavior.

I believe in perfection

and strive to attain it.

I believe in salvation

through starvation.

I believe in calorie counters

as the inspired word of God

and memorize them accordingly.

I believe in bathroom

scales as an indicator

of my daily successes

and failures.

I believe in Hell,

'cause sometimes,

I think I live in it.

I believe in a holy

black and white world.

The losing of weight,

recrimination for sins,

elongation of the body

and a life ever fasting.

- Let's not tell mom about this.

- You still think

she might come back?

- Actually, no.

It's okay though.

Can I have my bag?

- You know, you gave

us all quite a scare.

- Belle, you know you're

not supposed to have that.

- I'm sorry, I just wanted

to see if it was still there.

- If what was still there?

- Nothing, never mind.

- Belle, you have

someone here to see you.

Are you up for visitors?

- Okay.

- Hi there.

- It's okay, Dad.

I'm fine for now, thanks.

- You're doing great, we just

don't wanna trigger a relapse.

- But she wouldn't go through

this again, would she?

- Most do.

- What do you want from me?

- I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

- You knew it was me.

You knew I was Ana.

You were the only

one who knew, and

you took advantage of it.

- Everyone's a little insecure.

I didn't know anyone took

it that seriously, Belle.

I never imagined you,

of all people, would.

- Then you did know, Lyla

and you pushed me even further.

- You didn't tell anyone

it was me, did you?

- Do you realize how many

people look up to you?

Do you realize how many

followers you have?

How many girls must

be doing crazy things

because what you told them?

What you posted?

I mean, I don't think we

could ever be friends again.

- You're so lucky.

I could never be that skinny.

Belle, dinner's ready!

- Smells great, dad.

- Hey.

I hope you like it.

Swirl.

Not terrible?

- Did you get

any of my messages?

- I didn't really

wanna speak to anyone.

- Figures.

So how you feeling?

- Better.

- That's good.

- Hey, Belle.

- Hey.

- I received a letter

from the writer's program.

You didn't have to apply for me.

- I know,

but I also know how much

you really wanted it.

Sometimes, we tend to

get a little off-track

and that's when we could

use the help of others

to straighten us out again.

- I'm done being on the

track everyone thinks

I want to be on.

- No, I understand.

- I didn't get it.

- That's okay.

- I know.

For the longest time,

I've tried to be perfect

because I thought that

making even one

little mistake meant

disappointing the

people who love me.

But the people who love you

will accept your B pluses

and rejection letters

just as much as your

presidential victories.

I guess, at the end of the day,

I can't really say

who my role model is.

Even the people we look up

to most, believe in most,

disappoint us sometimes.

But that's okay,

because I know my worth

isn't measured by numbers,

numbers of friends,

votes, likes, or pounds.

If we think that way, when

will smart be smart enough?

When will skinny

be skinny enough?

Sometimes, you

have to be reminded

to turn around and see

how far you've come.

I'm Belle, I'm in recovery,

I'm worth something.

We all are.

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