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(Mikalis pov)
The first day I met Lahela was but not exactly the best day of my life. I don't exactly know much about my parents. All I knew was that I was unwanted. All my life that's all I've ever felt. I didn't even want my own life. I didn't really have friends, until I met Lahela.
Me and Lahela met in the mental hospital. I am anorexic. I don't know exactly what's wrong with her, but there is certainly more than one thing. I felt as if I didn't have a choice but to become friends with her. I honestly felt kind of sorry for her. I also can't stop being friends with her if I wanted to. I'm the only reason she is alive. I'm sure of it. She kind of brings me happiness, more than my foster parents could give me anyways. The day I met her, we were being served strawberries at group therapy. Strawberries were the only non fear food I had from that moment on.
They reminded me of her.
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RomansBeing anorexic was not always easy, all of Mikalis trauma built her up to her true identity as a soon to be transracial gender-queer lesbian African. Dealing with self doubt about her race, Hazel always felt as if her identity was not valid. This wa...
