Seventeen years, comes from Ashburton, New Zealand.
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake, I'm gonna puke it anyway.
There were perks and there were downfalls of being a champion figure skater, nationally renowned ballerina and contemporary dancer. There were the countless awards you could display proudly on your bedroom wall and around the rest of the house, there was the praise that came from everywhere around you for your winning skills. But there was also the immense pressure that was around the corner of every 5am who’s presence was rudely announced by the alarm clock every morning. And that, somewhat was Heather Miller’s downfall. Heather was born into quite literally one of the wealthiest families in the country, so needless to say the sky-eyed brunette hardly ever had to lift a finger for anything and any care in the world was promptly taken away by an official looking butler in a velvet suit. She was raised by her two parents high up in New Zealand business, owning shares of almost everything you could think of alongside her older sister that also doubled as her best friend. Heather’s childhood house was most definitely her haven, it was hidden away behind a hedge off a rural and pretty road a couple of minutes from the untidy and unpleasant town of Ashburton, and down a small winding driveway, which revealed a gorgeous white manor. It held the fondest memories of her growing up. Crawling around on the soft carpet tousling with her sister, getting dared to swing from the chandelier which was something that never ended well, taking care of the many pets she owned on the large section around their home and more. Heather had been figure skating ever since she was old enough to stand on skates and take lessons, and dancing was the same. Her mother was dubbed the best dance teacher in the country and she was the proud owner of a huge studio in downtown Christchurch. Mr and Mrs Winters expected quite a lot from both their daughters, and more often that not without even knowing it they completely overworked them in the dance studio and in their other areas of talent. Around the time Heather became more self aware, surrounded by the other gorgeous, thin girls in her dance and skating classes, her issues made themselves known.
Heather was determined to keep her already underweight frame completely thin, no matter what she had to do to herself to keep it that way. Starving herself appeared to be the first step. When doing that turned unbearable, she’d have times where she’d binge and then purge a few minutes later. She was caught in a vicious cycle, one that she hated almost as much as she hated herself for getting herself in it. So much, that she tried to end her life one rainy evening in the bathroom off her bedroom to escape what she’d gotten herself into. Luckily, her savior sister was there to rush to her rescue faster than anything. That event was most definitely a wakeup call. A call saying their daughter wasn’t perfectly fine like she insisted at all. There was both her mind and her health endangering her life, plus being hospitalized was just making her terribly depressed so that’s where Spring Rain came in. A three hour drive from where she lived, it seemed like a perfect fit. Relaxation and de-stressing was more than exactly what Heather needed at that time. Before leaving, the brunette was actually getting picked on at school for being too thin. They’d joke in what they thought was their good close-minded humor, ‘god, are you anorexic or something?’. It was a secret she didn’t even tell her group of incredibly close friends, who she knew she could tell anything to. She was just… ashamed. She always found excuses to get out of swimming or gym at school, not wanting anybody to get a glimpse at her body.
Generally, Heather is a rather nervous yet kind and outgoing person. There’s not a time when she’s out in public that the girl isn’t paranoid that somebody’s silently judging her body shape. Without a doubt it makes her completely moody a large percent of the time. One wrong look or one wrong word and you’ll hear about it. Usually, with a heap of sassy curse phrases that a lot of the time don’t really make much sense at all. Of course, Heather has her many good points also, those being her loyalty, strategic ability and the talent to get out of any sticky situation she might find herself in. Heather is a girl who always has an idea. She was always the peacekeeper in her dysfunctional The Simpsons type of family, and if you were to stick a label on her it’d be ‘the wise one’. She’s a curious person, one that won’t give up in a silly argument and one that always has quite logical advice for others to follow even though she’ll never apply it to herself. Heather doesn’t understand just how many people she could save with her words if she could, she’s truly one of the best of her generation. That’s probably Heather’s biggest flaw- she’s very observant but not with herself, she never realizes what’s within her; how beautiful, how talented, how lovely she really is and she probably never will, no matter how many times she’s told.
Twenty two years old, comes from New York City, USA.
Let's not pretend to be new men.
coming soon, yo