You sat in your cabin, staring at the beautiful women with flawless features hung upon your wall. It wasn't fair. Why did they have to be so perfect? You wanted to be just like them. You even stopped eating in efforts to look like them, but it didn't work. You were still fat. And you hated yourself for it. Scars, burns and bruises all marked your once beautiful skin. Nobody seemed to care if you wouldn't show up to dinner or wore hoodies and long sleeves in 100° whether. In fact, nobody cared about you at all. It was a hopeless fantasy yo continue on with your nightmare. But, no matter your sorrow, you stayed alive in fear of death. Yes, thantaphobia stopped you from all of this. It just made you more upset.
~le timeskipitty~
You sat in your cabin all day, refusing to come out. All you wanted to do was stare at those pictures and cry.
A familiar sound disrupted you from your thoughts.
'Dinner time.' You thought to yourself. It wouldn't matter to you. You weren't going anyway. Yet, you were starving. Maybe just a piece of toast would- no. If you wanted to look like the stars on your wall, then you couldn't eat anything. Not even a slice of toast. Though, the thought of dinner made you hungrier than ever.
You hadn't eaten in weeks. The last you ate was just a puny granola bar.
"Stop thinking about food." You told yourself. A new noise flooded your cabin. It sounded as if someone were hitting your door.
'Knocking,' you reminded yourself. 'Someone is knocking.'
"It's open." You spoke aloud, hoping the person would hear.
The door opened and a short, greasy figure stepped inside.
"Hola Princesa." The figure spoke.
"Leo?" Was your reply.
"The one and only." He smirked.
A strong scent filled the air. 'Tacos' you thought.
Your tummy rumbled. All this food talk was making you hungry. Leo looked at you, concern filling his eyes.
"Princesa, you're hungry, aren't you?" He asked.
You nodded. He pulled out a plate from behind his back. Three, well put together tacos were displayed before your eyes.
"Please eat." He pleaded.
You shook your head, "No Leo. Eating is a risky of getting fatter. I won't eat until I look like the people in magazines. They're perfect."
Leo's usually mischievous eyes saddened. "(Y/n), you're beautiful. You're so much better than those people. In fact, those women are photoshopped. Nobody can be that thin without risking death. Princesa, you're perfect the way you are. Everyone is worried about you. We haven't seen you at the dining pavilion in months. Please, just please eat this taco." He begged.
Tears flooded your eyes. You fell to your knees and bawled. Leo sat the plate down and knelt beside you. "Princesa?" He noticed your shaking. "C'mere..."
You leaned over to him and he held you to him. Flinching a little once he realized how thin you really were.
"(Y/n)?" His voice dripping with concerd. He helped you stand. "Take off your hoodie."
Reluctantly, you slid the hoodie over your head. You wore a now baggy, cotton black shirt. Along with your shirt you wore sweatpants.
Leo looked at you in horror. You were much thinner than he thought. Tears spilled rapidly down his cheeks when he saw your cuts and bruises. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face in shoulder.
"Princesa. You need to eat. Please..." his voice quivered.
You were new to this. Someone actually cared. You felt terrible for making Leo cry, so you pried him off of you and walked to the plate.
You picked up the taco, and took a bite.
