Pinkie Pie's Story
Pinkie turned on the little, low-tech video camera that was securely fastened to the simple, black tripod. She was nervous. She had never done something like this before. She was supposed to be the fun party pony. The one who was always ready for a good time and never took anything too seriously. But, that was what had gotten Pinkie into this mess in the first place. No, maybe it was before that. Maybe it was why she had become the party pony. She need to do this. It was time to tell her story.
"Hello...my name Is Pinkie Pie....this is my story..."
Pinkie told how it all started when she was young. Her parents seemed to control everything. Pinkie didn't blame them. She couldn't. Running a rock farm was no joke, and Pinkie knew jokes. If things weren't done properly on the farm, disaster could ensue. Pinkie had very few choices to make though and restless...and anxious. Not only were things strict, but also repetitive, and boring. Pinkie wanted to be able to do something. Something all her own. She looked at her sisters. They seemed happy. Marble and Limestone had each other, and their secret games with rules only they understood. Maud had her beautiful fashion and poetry. What did Pinkie have?
Food. Pinkie couldn't remember when it started exactly. But she realized no pony could make her eat. Not her mom or dad. Not Marble or Limestone or even Maud. No Pony. It was something of which she had complete and utter control. No Pony really noticed at first. Mom and Dad didn't ever say much at meal times. They just looked at each other exchanges glances about things on the farm. Limestone and Marble would just pass little notes and secerts to each other between bites. The only one who really noticed was Maud. Every night she seemed to make some remark about how little Pinkie had eaten. Now, Pinkie could see it was out of concern, but back then it would only pissed Pinkie off. Pinkie would become more and more determined to eat less and less. She didn't want food. She wanted to get skinny. A lot of ponies when on diets. All she was doing was going on a super, duper, giant, momentous, pink pony diet. She would stand out in a crowd and people would say how beautiful she was, and her parents would be so proud of her when she brought the rock farm fame and fortune from the modeling career she attained. Pinkie's mind was racing with excitement and possibility.
Pinkie parents weren't to proud though when the had to ask some of there relatives to borrow money to pay Pinkie's medical bills. Pinkie had been in out of the hospital so many times in the past year that she had lost track of it all. The doctors saw no other reason for her to be shedding so much weight than the fact that she would simply not let anything pass through her lips. It was horrible for her when she had to use a feed a feeding tube. They were forcing the one thing Pinkie could control upon her.
Pinkie wish she had one person she could truly talk to about what she was feeling. She missed her parents. Every time they looked at her they looked so helpless. She missed her sisters. Limestone and Marble didn't even pretend to play games anymore. Then there was Maud. It hurt Pinkie the most when looked at Maud. The pony that had once been her cool, trendy and deep sister, was now just a crying shadow of her former self. Pinkie wonder if the gray, sleek pony was eating anything, herself.
Finally, a break came for Pinkie. She had gain enough strength in the hospital to be released. She went out into the stone fields with her sisters, but she wasn't must use. She still wasn't really strong enough to help do anything important, so she was just nuzzling some rocks around. Then she saw it. The most beautiful thing she had ever she in her life. A Sonic Rainboom. Little did she know at the time, but her friend Rainbow Dash had just changed history. In more way than one. At that moment life had something....hope. Life didn't seem so bad. If something existed that was so beautiful, then she could too. Pinkie remembered a taste. A taste she wanted to taste again. Cupcake. It was such a sweet and beautiful taste.
So she threw a party. That day was magical. Her family didn't really know what had happened, but something had happened. They saw Pinkie smile, so they smiled. Some how they knew things would be okay. Pinkie's dad suggested that if she liked cake and parties so much she should study it. He knew an old friend of his, who lived in Ponyville, was a baker looking for an apprentice. Before Pinkie knew it she was starting a whole knew life. A life full of excitement, and color, and cake, a life that was all her own. She also had something else...her very own cutie mark!
Pinkie's struggles didn't end. They just changed. There were a whole lot of new things, and changes to deal with in Ponyville. But somehow she was able to work through all of them. She took each day one at a time. She also had Mr. and Mrs. Cakes, her bosses, they were awesome, and taught her so much. Her family still loved her. She was so glad they hadn't abandoned her. Her friends were the most important of all though, because with out them who would she throw parties for? And without parties how could there be cake?
Pinkie found herself smiling at the camera, as she hit the stop recording button. She had done it and she still had a smile on her face.