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*** TW!!!!**** contains mentions of eating disorders and self-harm ****
and I know not everyone's situation and struggle with ED is like this, it's different for everyone. I'm just kinda basing it off how my struggle with an ED kinda is. also, I'm not trying to glamorize self-harm or eating disorders by any means.
Cameron's POV
"Y/n? Why aren't eating?" I asked, concerned at the sight of her full plate.
"I'm not hungry," she replied, looking down as she played with her fork.
"Y/n, you keep saying that. You have to be hungry at one point."
"It's nothing don't worry. I just eat when I'm not with you," she said, still prodding her vegetables.
"Why? Why won't you eat around me?" I questioned.
She sighed and replied, "that's not what I meant Cameron. I just meant that you don't see me eating because I usually eat before you visit."
"Y/n, look at me," I said. She slowly glanced up, "I don't believe you."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Why wouldn't you believe me?"
"You're losing weight an..." I began.
"No, I'm not! I'm fine, seriously Cam!," she interrupted, a look of anger flashing across her face.
"Don't tell me you're fine! You're not! You're losing weight fast and you think I'm too stupid to notice," I shouted. I saw her pause, the anger was replaced by disbelief.
"Why do you think I'm losing weight?" she asked, voice quiet. I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, holding her carefully. She went to struggle away but I held my grip on her waist.
"You never let me hold you anymore. That's why. And now I know why you won't Y/n. I can feel your bones. You feel like you've lost all your fat. You're just skin and bones. You were never like that before."
"And? So I lost a bit of weight around my waist? What's the problem?" Y/n asked me, her voice still just a whisper.
"I doubt it's just around your waist. You keep wearing baggy clothing that covers up all of you and that's fine but I feel like you're hiding something. And you're keeping it a secret from me. Plus, all of these clothes I recognize and they weren't baggy before," I told her, holding her oversized sweater in my hand.
"Let me see your stomach," I said, reaching to her hem. She pushed me off violently, a tear falling down her cheek.
"No fuck off Cameron!" she shouted, running to the wall. Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes filled with both tears and fear.
I slowly stepped closer towards her until I was close enough to make the move. Suddenly i grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head. She screamed but I assured her it was okay. After calming her down, I was able to look at her stomach.
Her ribs appeared to be popping out of her skin, her hipbones copying them. Then there were the scars. Lots of short, red cuts covered her sides. Some of them looked fresh, others old. Some were deep, others only a scratch. But every cut was horrific.
I pulled her close to me and kissed each one. Then I held her, cradling her head as she cried softly into my shoulder. i heard her mumbling but I couldn't quite hear her. After a while, I realized what she was saying.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry Cameron. I'm sorry."
As an answer, I lifted her chin up and kissed her gently on the lips. Looking into her eyes, I told her, "It's not your fault. I'm sorry for not noticing. But I know now and I promise you Y/n, I will support you forever."
