Narrative Essay On Mean Girls

Stephanie burst out laughing and clapped Kiara a high five. Ellie, however--who had a much more shy disposition--was silent, squashed between the two and moving her head back and forth like a vigilant chiwawa.

About a half hour later, and we finally arrived at our campsite, a quaint clearing within a grove of trees. The fresh nature smelt delicious; I was tempted to go hiking before it got too dark, but then Kiara reminded us the importance of setting up camp first.

"Okay girls," Kiara said with her hands on her hips, this whole camping trip is about girl empowerment. Women empowerment! We don't need men; we can set up our own tent, chop our own wood, make our own fire, and take a dump in the woods and still be classy when we do it! I brought a shovel and some biodegradable baby wipes if anyone was

"Okay, I have something to confess." All of us became silent at once. "Both of my parents are really controlling." She said taking a deep breath. "They are always telling me to be perfect and to work hard, do ballet, swimming, be better and faster. I am never good enough! And last year..." Renna paused, and tuck her hair behind her ear, "I became anorexic." My eyes suddenly bulged, this was complete news to me. "I became anorexic because I wanted to control my body, it was mine, my eating habits was something I could manage. And then I chopped my hair short because that was also something that I could control. My body was the only thing I had authority over in my life. I would sometimes eat as low as two hundred calories a day. I exercised too much; I became a little bulimic, but then one day I fainted while doing ballet and was rushed to the hospital. I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa and had to go to a rehabilitation center. Finally, I was released, cured they said, but the thing is, even though I eat normally now, you are never fully cured, and every day I battle, forcing myself to