"Are you losing weight?" My dad asks one day.
"You look thinner, good for you!" My mom says another day.
I act confused, pretending I don't know how that happened.
I don't say anything about the skipping meals,
the constant gum in my mouth,
the smaller portions i'm eating,
or the throwing up.
I just say, "Oh really? I didn't notice" and smile, changing the topic.
Those words motivate me even more. It must be working. I must keep going.
YOU ARE READING
Hiding
Teen Fictionat one point, you get tired of hiding it. you take off the mask, detailed with cracks, bruises, and tears.
