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CHAPTER EIGHT
WARNING: THIS CONTAINS A PERSON HAVING ANOREXIA AND A LOT BODY ISSUES!
ANOREXIA
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IF ANY OF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THOSE THEMES, LEAVE PLEASE.
IT'S THE MAIN THEME IN THE STORY SO PLEASE: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
I LOVE YOU!
STAY SAFE!
❤️
-THE AUTHOR
LOUIS
I couln't sleep.
I felt so bad.
I ate a banana today and I was already regretting it.
I didn't want to gain even more weigh.
I hated my body.
Every morning I stood in front of the mirror and... hated myself.
My belly, my tights, my bum, my arms, my legs, my face, my eyes, my nose, my skin- everything.
Fucking everything.
I hated myself.
I was too fat.
I was trying to smile for Harry everyday but it was hard.
I couldn't always do that because I didn't feel like smiling.
All I think about was Food= Calories= becoming even more fat.
Harry always said I was too skinny but he was lying.
I was not skinny!
Why were my tights so fat? And my bum?!
I didn't like looking at it.
It reminded me of when I ate something and then I felt bad.
I started emptying the food in the toilet.
