"This eyesore is me"
-Eyesore, Maddy
It's a pattern; a sequence. It goes back and forth and back and forth, does it ever end?
Fast one week, binge the next. Would it ever be under control? Would I ever stick to the plan at hand?
Of course, it was for a reason. I wouldn't eat on the weekdays--why would I even want to? But then I would eat on the weekends with friends so they would fret not. But, that didn't work for too long. I slipped up one day and let someone in on my secret.
When people find out about this type of thing, most don't know how to take it. Some force you to start eating, some cry, some don't even believe you. Is that how she was when she found out?
My beautiful girlfriend, did she even care when she learned of this "travesty"? Was it even such? What made it such a big deal, anyway?
It's scary having people care for you, it truly is. When people care about you, they try to help you. More like fix you.
"You're worth it" "you deserve it", they say every time you look at food. Was that true? It couldn't be, I hadn't even gotten to my goal weight, why assume that I deserve it? I can deserve it when I look and feel good.
Do not tell me I deserve it.
I deserve this.
I deserve the pain.
I deserve anorexia.
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Don't Eat.
Teen FictionDon't eat. I shouldn't. I don't need to. It'll lead me away from perfection and why would I want that? All I have to do is not eat and then I'll be that perfect Barbie that I've always wanted to be. That's not hard to do so why not? What's the worst...
