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"Dimitri, why do you throw your food away during lunch?" Autumn asked on the way to her house.

It had been two weeks since we'd met.

She was consistent.

She looked gorgeous today, her naturally frizzy hair falling over her prominent cheek and collar bones.

Her thighs rubbing up against each other while she walks.

Not jiggling or gapped.

She's not perfect but I loved her body.

Even if I didn't like my own.

"Not hungry." I lied to her.

I was afraid to gulp down my worries, my pain and my fears.

I ate when I needed an outlet but if I wanted to keep up a diet, I had to gain self control.

"Don't lie to me." She replied once we reached her doorstep.

I weigh 208 pounds. My body should just eat up all my fat, spare me the trouble.

But would starving myself actually do the trick?

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