Small stories with deep meanings.

Eat. (TW)

She starred at the food on the dinning table.

She couldn't do it.

She couldn't stop now, she was doing so well.

Wasn't she?

She was young, and beautiful too.

But she never thought she was.

"I hate my body," She would tell herself, as she looked in the mirror.

"I'm not hungry," She told her mother at dinner.

"Oh, no thank you," She told her friends whenever they offered her some of their food.

"I'm fine." She said, assuring her mom.

She zoned out, looking at her book on her desk.

"No, no I'm okay Ms. Baker." She told her teacher.

She felt funny.

Then she thought of a new idea.

She ate.

She did it.

But wait.

Oh no.

Not again.

She went to the bathroom.

She made herself-

Never mind.

She'd be okay, right? It was fine, since she ate.

Then it was gym class.

She ran, then became weak.

She couldn't run.

She fell.

And she didn't wake up.

They all cried, they never knew this would happen.

Now she didn't eat without a problem.

Because she was 6 feet under. 

How could she eat?