She'll Be Scaring Small Children Soon

Belinda looks terrible, but what anorexic doesn't. She looks like a cadaver walking. I noticed her skirts in no way fit her any longer.

She'll be scaring small children soon.

Fuck, she scares me. Although, that may have more to do with the fact of having a mental defective in charge of me than how sad and ugly she truly has become.

I wonder if she enjoys being the office bitch? She seems like she does, the way she wields her power. 

"No minion dare speak back to me, as I will bring them down with my anorexic death stare."

Leave them standing at the door, they'll wait some and then they'll wait some more. She's the boss, it gives her power.

When she left me standing there at her office door, over an extended period of time, I'm sure just so it made her feel like she had a big, gorgeous cunt, when she looked up, I just wanted to look her in the eye and ask, Belinda, do you think anorexia is someone hating themselves, or do you think it is the only way that person knows how to gain control over their lives?

Of course, I should be feeling sorry for her, but she was always a bitch, even before she got sick. It, actually, didn't take illness to make her an awful person, she always was unpleasant.

“Well, she was just horrible to everyone.”

“Oh, wasn’t she.”

“She always had the dictator in her.”

“Do what I tell you was always just under the first layer of skin.”

“Just bubbling away, waiting to escape.”

“You could always feel it.”

“That is true, we could always sense it.”

“Oh, it was like a horror coming from a distance.”

“The threat of an ill wind blowing in from the north.”

“And as it turned out when she had one of so many disappointments in her life, she’d put someone on warning.”

“Or sack someone. Remember Louise.”

“She was devastated.”

“She continually repeated, “What did I do? What did I do?” as those security people walked her out of the building.”

“Belinda’s office was next to mine then, and she stood at the door with that smile on her face as Louise was led away.”

“Oh, that smile.”

“The thing of nightmares.”

“I’ve woken up in a panic in the middle of the night with that smile looming large in my vision.”

“Horrible.”

“Really terrifying.”

“To think I can’t leave ‘that’ at the office where it belongs, to think I have to take ‘that’ with me home and into my sleep.”

“Oh, it sends shivers down my spine, just the thought of it.”