She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

I knew Kenzie didn't want to have the conversation, and I wasn't thrilled about it either, but I knew it had to be done. If I need confronted her, it would just get worse.

"Sit down," I told her, leading her to the couch. She sat beside me, refusing to make eye contact. I knew she felt embarrassed, and I don't doubt that she feels like I'm disappointed. "First, you need to know that I'm not upset," I started, yet she didn't respond. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to ignore this." She sat still, looking down at the floor. "I know this isn't easy to talk about, but we still need to have this conversation."

"Why?" She finally asked, still not looking at me.

"Because I'm not going to let it get worse. We need to take care of this problem."

"There's no problem," she said quickly. "I'm fine. I just messed up this one time. It won't happen again," she rambled as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Kenzie, it's okay to mess up, but this is a big deal." She sighed in response. "Look at me," I asked softly. She slowly lifted her eyes up to meet mine. I saw the fear and pain in her eyes, like I did when she was five. "I'm going to help you. But first, just answer my question. Why?"

"I just-" she said, finding it hard to go on. She broke eye contact with me, and I could tell her eyes were filling up with tears. "I don't want to gain more weight."

I frowned. "What would make you think-"

"There's pictures, Mom," she cut me off. "And they say I look big. Because I do!"

"Kenzie, don't ever believe-"

"Why would they do that?" She cut me off again. Her tears were getting bigger, but none had fallen. "Why would they say something like that if it wasn't true? Why would they lie about that? It has to be true."

"Who are they?" I asked. She looked down in her lap, not answering me. "Kenzie, whose saying this stuff?" She looked up at me. This time, tears were falling down her cheeks. Without saying another word, I pulled her in closer. I cradled her in my arms for a while, even though she wasn't crying heavily.

"It hurts, Mom," she squeaked. She was still trying to hold everything in.

"I know," I simply said. She sniffled, then drew back away from me. "Show me what you've been seeing." She shook her head. "Why not?"

"It's no big deal," she said, wiping her cheeks to get rid of the tear stains.

"Yes it is. If it's causing you so much grief, it's a huge deal. Let me see." She shook her head again. "Kenzie, now," I stated. She took out her phone and opened up her twitter. She ten showed me her phone.

So much crap was coming from this hate account. It was so obvious the photos were fake.

"Kenzie, these pictures don't even look real. They're photoshopped."

"Are you sure?" She asked, and I nodded. "Then why-" she trailed off.

"Why what?"

"Why do I still see that," she said, pointing to the picture. "Why do I still look far when I look in the mirror?" She asked the question as if she was scared of how I would react. I admit, it was hard to stay calm, but I wasn't going to get mad at her for this.

"I promise you, Kenzie. You are so tiny." I could tell she didn't believe me. "I'll be right back." I left her to look for my old pictures. Something from around the time I was having problems. I brought one back to her. "This is me," I told her. I watched as she studied the picture. "Do I look big there to you?"

She shook her head. "You're really small."

"Right. And that's what everyone was telling me. But I was convinced that they were all lying. I was convinced... that I was fat."

She had a look of disbelief.

"There's a lot more that went into it," I said, putting the picture down. "But I wanted you to know that I understand."

"But... you're perfect," she said.

"Far from it," I argued. "No ones perfect. But Kenzie, you're the closest thing I've ever seen to perfect." I knew she didn't believe me when I said that, but I wish she would. "If I can get through it, you can too."

Thank you for being so patient! I am so extremely busy, I rarely ever have free time. I also get into really bad moods where I don't feel like writing. Sorry for always making the same excuses, but that's just how life is.

I'm on spring break now, so I should have more time to write.

Thank you for the reads, votes and comments. They mean SO MUCH to me! I still can't believe people actually want to read my books. This one as my other ones have been more successful than I thought any of them would.

Love you!