An Anorexic Nicole Ritchie Soils Her Bed And Is Happy
Nicole Ritchie sat on the edge of the bed in her West Los Angeles condominium apartment overlooking Sunset Boulevard. She awoke because her bed was wet and she was curious. She raised herself and was surprised that her bed was soiled with a moist brown pool maybe a foot in diameter. She was alone, thank god, she thought, but Nicole was concerned because her panties were all wet and brown too. Nicole was not wearing any bra because, well, why should she; she had no breasts, glands which had long since disappeared because of Nicole’s strict diet.
The brown liquid made a trail down Nicole’s bony left leg which dangled off the side of her bed along with her right bony leg which, oddly, she did not feel. Nicole took her right hand and massaged the upper right thigh, if that is what you could call it, of her right leg to see if she could feel anything. She couldn’t. Nicole moved her right ankle and toes, as she did with her left side as well, and she was gratified that she still had control of her legs. Nicole was not worried about the lack of feeling. Nicole concluded that the sense of touch was a sign of muscle which added weight, which is something she did not want. So possibly getting rid of a sense of touch removed a quarter of a pound or so from her body. This was a good thing, Nicole thought to herself. Nicole wondered if thoughts had weight.
Nicole looked down at her belly. As Nicole got thinner and thinner, she noticed that her belly started to form a small ball outward. She had read somewhere on one of the anorexia websites that this was a gas ball and a normal phase anorexics go through before the ball goes away. Well, Nicole was certainly not an anorexic even though everyone kept telling her she had a problem. Jeez, she was just thin, and people reveal their jealous natures in all sorts of ways. Though she did like checking out anorexics on websites, seeing their photos and comparing herself to them. They looked just a little too thin for Nicole. Anyway, the gas ball belly bothered Nicole, and so she decided she was just not going to eat anything today. Maybe a Tums to get rid of the gas. She knew that one Tums had a few calories, which bothered her. But if it reduced the gas ball, it was worth it. Just one, though. Don’t want to go nuts
Nicole smiled that she was still sitting in her own shit on the bed. The odor had permeated the room, but this did not trouble Nicole. She was happy to know that the brown crap, which she also noticed had blood in it, or something red, was out of her body, lightening her load still more. Sitting in her own shit was not uncomfortable because she had little or no feeling in her buttocks, which looked more like two bone blades protruding at the base of her spine.
Nicole wondered how many pounds her skeleton weighed. If she could know that, then just add a few pounds to that figure for the brain, some skin and she guessed a few organs, and that would be the ideal weight. How much did her brain weigh? Not too much, she hoped.
Nicole reached over to the pack of Marlboro Lights on the side of her bed and removed a cigarette. Before lighting the cigarette, she examined the box. There was no information about calories or any other nutritional information on the pack of Marlboros. Nicole wondered if cigarette smoke had weight or calories. She decided to take the risk, and she lit the cigarette and took a very deep intake of hot smoke into her lungs. Actually, it was not a deep intake. Nicole had lost the ability to take a deep breath. But the nicotine immediately hit her bloodstream and did something odd. It made Nicole very sleepy. Nicole fell back into the soiled bed and looked up at the ceiling. He eyes closed and she fell into a very very deep sleep, her hand holding the cigarette fell to her side, the burning end luckily facing upwards, hopefully avoiding a fire. This was not a normal sleep; more like an exhausted body attempting to conserve what little fuel remained. The brain has protein, so Nicole’s body started using some of that to keep the heart pumping. But it did not prevent Nicole from dreaming. Nicole dreamed of her cigarette starting a fire on her bed and buring her to a crisp. In her dream, Nicole Ritchie wondered what the weight of her charred remains would be.
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“one Tums had a few calories”…brilliant in that these few calories might well prevent another soiling. I wish Nicole could see it that way.
Comment by S. Abbas Raza — August 27, 2006 @ 8:52 pm
Look gain some weight you looked better before, now you look like a crack head
Comment by Lex — August 31, 2006 @ 9:52 pm
she looked so much better before. and also are you sure she’s anorexic or is she a drug addict.
Comment by nicole — September 9, 2006 @ 9:40 pm
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Pingback by Agent Bedhead » Tasty Waves & A Quantifiable Bud — September 23, 2006 @ 1:00 am
breath, breath in the air do not be afaid to care. leave, leave me. You must look around and choose your own ground. Run rabbit run dig that hole forget that sun. when at last the work is done. When you come home its time to dig another one and eat your food and hold it down.one.
Comment by Joslyn Steve Moses — October 4, 2006 @ 10:52 am
And if you feel that you can’t go on, and your feel like your sinkking low. Just believe and you can’t go wrong. In the life you will find the road. Hey did you ever believe that I could leave you standing out in the cold. I know how it feels becuase I have live through the bitter depth of my soul. I just want to show you what I could give you through the bend in the road. Let me share what I recieved from inside a macth box. I know how to make you feel alright. I just jump a train that never stops and I don’t have to pay and that is the moring light coming and don’t that make feel alright, so hold you food down. and knock down them dooors that hold from holding your food down.
Comment by Joslyn Steve Moses — October 10, 2006 @ 11:19 am
hey hey mama whats a matter here, you did’nt have to tell me that you love so, you did’nt have to love me mama let me go, hey hey mama whats a matter here. Thats alright its all so darn gone clear. You didn’t have to make me a total discrace you did’nt have to leave me with that beer in my face. Hey hey mama whats a matter here, well thats alright its so darn gone clear. you were so hungry. And thats why you treated me so mean. You did’nt have to tell me that you would be my own, you did’nt have to tell me you let me go. Thats alright I know your sister too. whats a metter you mama
Comment by Joslyn Steve Moses — October 10, 2006 @ 11:35 am
I think she needs to start going back to taco bell. She is a roll model for some kids today, what is she showing them that its OK to treat your body like that. And being skinner is better than being healthy. I think she looks so nasty. Maybe she didn’t ask to be a roll model, but that is what happens when you become famous. And she did want that. So you have to take everything that comes with that. All of us regular people take what comes with our regular jobs. Are all the teen girls going to start to look like nicole? She is going to ruin a lot of lifes including hers if she doesn’t smarting up. She is going to end up dead lieing in her own pool of crap. Noone wants that to happen. But she is just teaching younger girls that if you want to be liked and to be pretty. Than you should try to look like her. I think she use to be very pretty. Now she looks like a boy with a girls face and long hair. Nicole Wake up and take care of yourself. Go to Taco Bell have as many tacos as you want your body deserves it!!
Comment by Heather — October 26, 2006 @ 3:05 pm
she really needs everyones prayers
Comment by mary carr — October 27, 2006 @ 2:14 pm
NICOLE U ARE BEAUTIFUL……..JUST MAKE SURE THAT U ARE HEALTHY…NOONE KNOWS BUT U IF U HAVE PROBLEM…..SO WHO ARE WE TO SAY GO AND EAT………? JUST BE CAREFUL WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!
Comment by AMANDA — November 17, 2006 @ 3:28 pm
I think shes is beautiful but HELLO!!! Look at the example shes setting for kids, well im 15 and i know better then to start dieting at this age to even look like that,She looks even worse then marykate and she was diagnosed with an eating disorder,i have a cousin she went through the same stuff when she was like 9 she had anorexica and was diagnosed no one needs to put up with that for 2 years not even a kid!
My message is too stop all these celebrites looking so unlife like and start to get so curves like a normal person,im only 35kilos but thats not that skinny i eat every meal of the day its just high metablosim.
I HOPE SHE PUTS ON WEIGHT AND FAST!!!
**Tennille**
Comment by *_*Tennille*_* — November 28, 2006 @ 6:52 am
Why are you doing this to yourslef? you were beautiful before, when you and Paris were friends. I think shes the one who kept you well, and if your anerexic, why would you smoke? its bad enough that you dont eat. whats a cigarette gonna do? give you more chance to die? come on now. get real.
-Danielle xo
Comment by Danielle. — January 24, 2007 @ 8:38 am