1398 Words :) (not spellchecked again, sorry loves <3; I feel like this is standard)
TW: Eating disorder, talks about bullying, passing out
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Lucy POV
Another day, another fight. Every day is a struggle. Ever since I stopped eating I've been feeling weak. Not just my body but also my mind. It's like everything drains me.
Even waking up is draining. I just wish I could eat again. I miss the taste of Mama's food or of Dad's burned spaghetti we pretend is good. I miss hot cocoa with cinnamon. I miss having energy, laughing, spending time with my parents. It all stopped because the moment they find out I'm not eating they will force me and I didn't lose all this weight for nothing.
I started this morning with the only thing that still brings me a little joy; playing guitar.
@Lucy2011
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@Lucy2011: Mornings like these <3
@Randomuser1: Love youuuuu <3
@Randomuser2: Ugly ---> @Randomuser1: You're ugly
@Randomuser3: I can see you eat too much ---> @Randomuser2: She does ----->@Randomuser1: Leave her alone
@Randomuser4: Fatty --> @Randomuser1: find a mirror
@Randomuser5: fake Olsen —> @Randomuser2: right? It's a miracle they're keeping her ——> @Randomuser1: find a life
I knew it was a mistake to post that on Instagram. I don't understand why I never learn. Just one time I want them to leave my post alone. I mean I see that my friend defends me but she shouldn't have to. They are lies though. I don't eat too much, I don't eat at all. I haven't eaten in weeks, not really. A knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts.
"Come in," I say
"Good morning honey, ready for breakfast? Mama asks and I shake my head. Mama shoots me a concerned look but I look away. "Mhh, I packed your lunch, please don't forget it today hon," Mama says
"I won't, thank you mama"
"You're welcome. I'll let you get ready." She says before kissing the top of my head and walking out, closing the door. I quickly get ready and walk downstairs, packing my lunch where Mama can see it. A few moments later Dad brings me to school and I wish him a good day before walking into hell once again.
