Skinny Hurts

Part 1

No one ever fully understands what I'm going through unless they have witnessed it themselves. To me the fight is never over, deep down inside I know that this mental illness will always stay with me. I'm not going to be fully recovered, but some days are better than others.
Each time I get discharged from the inpatient program in the hospital my family makes a huge deal out of it. They think its a new start, that suddenly this time I'll be cured, no more eating disorder to ruin their lives.
By the 6th time, I'd think that maybe they realized its a bit harder then 'just eat', but sometimes others can be clueless to the problems surronding them. I wasn't surprised when I came home to find my relatives and close friends gathered in my living room, smiling bright.
It became sort of a routine to have all of these people greet me. In the corner I spotted my grandparents, clapping their hands and nodding at my recent weight gain. My eyes shifted to my uncles chugging down beer, and my aunts trying to control their kids. Then I focused on a few friends, including my best friend Jan, and finally I saw my parents and my two brothers.
Personally there was nothing to celebrate, everyone in the room knew it would be a matter of time before I was readmitted, but instead we all pretended that things were ok for the time being.
I plastered on my fake smile, and got down to buisness; doing what I do best, lying my way through life.
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"Honey its been a couple of days if want to unpack your stuff." My mom walked into my room, eyeing my suitcase from the hospital. Although she knew I never unpacked that suitcase, those were my hospital clothes that I kept packed away just in case something suddenly happened. I nodded my head anyways to give her some type of response.
"Ready for school?" She asked. Now i know that my mom is trying to be nice and keep up a conversation but is that honestly a question? Is anyone ready for school ever?
Honestly, school has been the only thing on my mind since I came back into the real world. I have loads of makeup work to do, and I'm trying to mantain being in the top classes for my highschool. Junior year is the toughest and it doesnt help when I've missed over half of it.
Over the years I've been able to manage schoolwork and a mental illness as well as the next kid, I've secretly been waiting for the day my GPA drops and I fail out of school.
The only part about school I like is getting to see everyone again. Mostly the whole school is respectful of what I'm going through. Some are just curious, and others don't really care. I would think they are used to this by now, so I'm only expecting a few welcoming hellos and some faint smiles.
But man, come Monday morning, I realized I got it all wrong.
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