If you don't like it then I don't care, I'm writing this because I know that some people think they're useless and fat but they're not. I've been down that road so again if you don't like it and send me bad comments then I really don't care what you think. My friend CeCe did an imagine for me. Check out CiCiXD imagines and look at Lona she ment to put Iona. - Iona
I looked in the mirror, lifting my top up. I look so thin, I can almost see my bones. I'm still too fat, I think to myself I need to be thinner. I dropped my top, well it's not mine it's Riker's. I'm wearing Riker's old Hollister t-shirt and a pair of shorts. At the moment Riker is making us dinner, I'll eat a little then say I'm not really hungry just now.
"Iona dinners ready!" Riker yells from the bottom of the stairs. Great...
"I'm coming." I started walking out of our room, ever since I stopped eating I've been feeling weak and lightheaded.
When I'm walking down the stairs I could smell what used to be my favourite meal, pasta. I don't remember what most foods taste like since I try to get rid of it right after. Riker is waiting at the bottom of the stairs just watching me.
"What?" I asked curiously
"I need to talk to you in the living room, now." He said sternly. I started to get nervous, what if he's breaking up with me? What if he hates me?
"What's up?" I questioned as I sat down on the couch. He looked stressed but also upset and worried.
"Answer me honestly, why aren't you eating?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Tears started pricking my eyes, small sobs escaped from my mouth. When I was about to run back to our room Riker sat down next to me, wrapping me in a tight yet soft hug. "Please you can tell me anything and I won't get mad."
"People call me fat and worthless and I know I am." I looked up at Riker seeing hurt in his eyes.
"No your not, don't believe them. Please try to eat for me. I know you get rid of your food right after, I heard you."
"I'll try Rikey, for you." Riker helped me to the kitchen. I feel so weak. Riker pulls his chair so it's right next to mine.
He helped me sit and held my back so I don't fall while he sat right next to me. I stared at my plate for a minute before taking my fork. I looked at Riker feeling unsure.
"Please it hurts me to see you like this. " I took one fork full of my pasta and ate it.
I saw a small smile creep onto Rikers face. I forgot how good it tasted. Riker finished before me but for the first time in months I had eaten a meal without feeling sick or like I have to get rid of it.
"Thank you Riker, your the best. That was really good." Riker smiled at me.
"So your going to eat again." I nodded. He smiled wide at me. "I'm so proud of you."
A year later
I'm back to my original size of clothes. Riker purposed last week. I no longer feel weak and everything is finally better now. I'm also 5 months pregnant. Life is finally good again.
Remember your strong no matter what you think.
