Chapter 1: ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ

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I know the voice inside your head saying you're never good enough

The times you stay in bed because it's too hard to get up

The friends who disappear when things just get a bit too rough

Time to make it stop

"Lonely Ones": LOVA

Q: Have you ever done something reckless and regretted it right away?

EDITED

"Did you gain weight?"

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"Did you gain weight?"

What a great way to start the day.

"No mom, I'm on my period and I'm bloated" I answered but I no longer wanted to eat, the pancakes lost all their appeal.

"Are you sure honey? My period never made me look chubby" My eyes stung to that comment.

Don't cry, Katherine!

Don't cry!

Don't cry!

You're fine, you're not fat!

I nodded without saying a thing but that only worsened things and her frown deepened.

"See? I can't tell you anything because you always make that face. Playing the victim when I'm only trying to help you in life." Satisfied with her words and the fact she played the good mom role, she crossed her arms and put on a fake concerning look.

"You're right mom, you're right!" I said, my voice cracking a bit and I hated myself for letting her words get to me.

She nodded and stood up to leave before saying "Maybe you should ask Sarah to give you some dieting tips".

With that, she left the kitchen leaving me there completely broken. Just like a hit and run, leaving the victim bleed after you run over them.

A tear rolled down my cheek but I wiped it right away. I didn't want to let her words affect me despite hating how much she affected me. It was nothing new, she always did that.

It's hard for me sometimes to understand if she's genuinely concerned or not. Sometimes I even question myself asking if maybe she's right and she's only trying to help.

Don't fool yourself, Katherine. She's been doing this since you were 7. The voice in the back of my head reminded me.

After feeling like crap I still forced myself to eat the pancakes, reminding myself that I was privileged and I should never waste food. Some people would give up everything for just a slice.

I then went to my room and grabbed my bag to leave for work.

Soon the tea shop came into sight and I smiled. I loved the place. The different smells from the herbs made me happy and it felt like that place was my escape.

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