I came home. I found my mom waiting for me. With tears in her eyes. I thought the worse.
She asked were I was. I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't speak. But she could.
So. You've been using my scale. She said. My heart sank. She found out. My biggest fear came to life. Right in front of my eyes.
She engulfed me into a hug. Please don't turn out like me she said. Over and over and over. I shed a tear. I Felt bad. But I couldn't stop. Not after all I went through. I wouldn't stop. It was the last thing I would do.
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PoetryA story about a girl who found out about ana through social media and became addicted. (kind based off me)
