A/N: Uh, so guys, I have a problem. I can only write depressing things. My ideas are all depressing, so if you guys don't wanna read depressing imagines, please request some imagines! I'm not getting requests anymore! And if any of you guys have eating disorders, please stop. You're beautiful just the way you are.
TRIGGER WARNING!
2 weeks, and you still haven't eaten anything. It's not like you wanted to anyway. You were fat, it was impossible for you to lose weight. All the skinny girls last school were starting to make you feel bad about your body.
But it was killing you. You didn't like starving yourself, but you had to, if you were ever gonna be beautiful. You felt sick. When someone mentioned food, you felt sick. Hell, even the thought of food made you feel sick.
And your dad was starting to notice. At first, you were able to lie to him, saying you ate a lot at school, or were gonna eat dinner at your friend's house. But it's been 2 weeks, and, in your state, it was getting hard to lie. The dark bags under your eyes, your lack of energy, it was really becoming noticeable.
And sitting with your dad and uncle at a very rare family dinner made it worse. They were eating, you were starving. Dean finally had enough.
His fist pounded on the table, making you jump. "What's wrong with you?"
"What?" Did he finally figure out what you were doing?
"What's wrong with you? This is a family dinner, you gotta eat something."
"I'm not hungry." You lied.
"Okay, I get it, you've been going out with your friends, but we only have 2 family dinners a month. Instead of just sitting there, eat something."
"Dean, relax," Sam said. "Y/N, just eat something to make Uncle Dean happy."
"I can't," you said quietly, eyes watering, lips quivering.
Dean's face softened at the expression on your face.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Because I can't," your voice cracked and a few tears slipped down your face.
Sam turned your head toward him and wiped away your tears. "Hey, baby, its okay, no one's forcing you to eat. What's wrong?"
You finally broke. You couldn't keep lying to your family. "I haven't eaten in 2 weeks," you cried.
"What?" They asked in unison.
"Why haven't you eaten?" Dean asked.
"Baby, you have to eat right now. This isn't healthy." Your dad was really worried.
"I can't! You don't understand, I can't eat anything."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm too fat! I don't deserve to eat." Your head fell into your hands as you sobbed.
"You're not fat. Where'd you get that idea?" Dean asked.
"All the girls at school. They're way skinnier than me. It's not fair!"
Your dad wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his chest. "Baby girl, you've gotta eat something. This is not the way to lose weight." His voice was soft and quiet, and without looking at him you could tell he was holding back tears. It made him sad to see his little girl starving herself.
You could hear the sound of meat getting carved up and put on your plate. Then mashed potatoes. Then mixed vegetables. You looked over at your plate and saw Dean putting food on there.
"You can't lose weight if you don't have energy to work out. Eat."
"Dean-"
"Don't. If you wanna lose weight, you go to the gym, not starve yourself. Now eat."
You pulled away from Sam and sat up straight, staring at the food. Sam and Dean were watching you,awaiting for you to take a bite. Slowly, you picked up your fork and took a small scoop of mashed potatoes. Once you swallowed the food, the boys looked somewhat relieved.
"The way to lose weight isn't starving yourself, Y/N. It's eating healthy and working out." Sam said. "Take a run every once in a while, eat salads instead of cake. We care about you, you can't do this to yourself."
"I know, I'm sorry." You said quietly.
"It's okay. I love you, baby girl."
"I love you, too, Daddy." You quickly gave Sam another hug, and you all returned to dinner.
A/N: Another one, I'm sorry. Just wanna say, guys, don't starve yourselves (I feel terrible cause I just laughed typing that). I know running is hard as fuck and that's why I'm fat as fuck, but you have to love yourself just the way you are.
I have a problem. I can only write during school. Idky, but when I'm at home, I can't write anything, but in the middle of class, suddenly I'm a bestselling author. Oh well, as long as I give you guys something, that's all that matters, right?
