I ran on the trail behind my uncles house everyday for the first 2 weeks, it was 1 1/2 miles to the end and 1 1/2 miles back. I decided I wanted to lose weight. Something was yelling at me in my head say "you're fat!" "You're disgusting!" "You're ugly!" "You're absolutely worthless!" I hated it. I wanted to change.
I stepped on the scale: 93.4 lbs. I felt like that wasn't thin enough for someone who was 12 and 4'10. I also tried eating less, from 3 meals to only 2. From 2 to 1 and a half. No matter what the scale said, it wasn't good enough! After a week I only lost half a pound. I need to try harder. My goal was to weigh at least 80 by August 23rd, the first day of school.
It was June 7th and I had no time to lose.
A dark cloud started to form over my head. I almost felt suicidal. Did my dad hate me? Was it my fault that they got a divorce? I think it was my fault. Why?
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Thin Ice
Teen FictionFollowing his parents divorce, Aeron is forced to stay with his step uncle. Aeron begins finding no point in eating and becomes insecure. His Uncle starts to abuse him, calling him fat, even though he was already quite skinny. Aeron starts loosing h...
