Layla Cartwright (TW)

by **Layla Cartwright** on Wed Nov 25, 2020 2:18 pm

TW: Mention of eating disorder

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Basics

Name: Layla Marie Cartwright
Nicknames: Found through RP?
Titles: None
Date of Birth: 11th March, 2007
Age: 14
Blood Status: Pureblood
Hometown: Boston, Massachuetts
Current Home: Swansea, Wales
Nationality: Italian-American
School: Hogwarts
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Wand: 11", Unicorn Tail Hair, Madrona

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Straight, to her collar bones
Eye Color: Dark brown
Body Type: Skinny
Height: 5'2"
Other Distinguishing Features: Freckles
Clothing Style: Loves wearing oversized sweaters / hoodies of various colours and prints, and sneakers.

Freestyle

Dear Diary,

I like new beginnings and fresh starts. I always think that somehow, I'll come back better: make a greater impression, escape and make a new identity where I'm not me. That's what I was hoping when we moved to Britain, but somehow I always fall back into my old tricks. All of my siblings have amazing personalities! Then there is me, just the husk, trying to stay nice and smile bright for the cameras. But I hate them. I hate their eyes, I hate their questions, and I hate how bad I seem to look in every photo!

Why is that? Why is it just me?

Poor little rich girl, huh? That's what people think, I bet. I mean, I know they do. That's why I keep all those kinda of thoughts to myself, where they are better off unsaid.

If I could imagine a life for myself, I'd be far out in the country somewhere. I'd be an unknown, a small person in society. I'd bake cookies and bread, and make people smile. I love to see people happy when they're eating. I love the careless joy they have of eating whatever they want, because it doesn't matter to them! I could watch them all day and not eat a single bite, but feel all the warmth and comfort that food brings.

That would be my dream.

Am I like this because I'm shallow? I must be. Of course I would be. The rest of my family and my siblings have gone through far more challenging times than I have, but still I only think about myself. Poor girl. Poor you!

I always feel as though I'm waiting for someone to save me from this. Instead of doing anything for myself, I always look to others. I'm pathetic like that. I know. But what can I do? When you're born into a life where so much is expected, and I never deliver.

Maybe it won't be so bad being forced to marry someone. As long as they don't expect too much from me, and they're okay with my baking!

Until tomorrow anyway,
Layla