Later that night, I look in the mirror and sigh. Gen's gone, but just because I've gone from totally insane to partially insane doesn't mean I'm completely secure. I'm secure socially and as a writer, but... when I look in the mirror, I still feel fat. One thing stayed from Gen, and it's that.
No, I'm not anorexic, am I? Let's look up the symptoms.
...
OK, bony appearance. Yeah, have that.
Tiredness. Yeah.
Uncomfortable eating near others. Yeah.
Wearing baggy clothes.
...
I pick up my grey jacket, and I finally understand why I love it so much...
No. Not yet. Let me check the other symptoms.
Avoidance of specific foods. Can't stand diet soda because of aspertaine so, yeah.
Making excuses not to eat, yeah. I actually give most of my lunch away to those who need it more, but also to get Bitchy to shut up.
...
Fuck I'm anorexic. Just another reason to finish my novel. I have to keep going. I have to.
I look in the mirror, and sigh. Gen would say something here if he could, but I see only myself and my own failures. I see only my own fat. Fat I need to shed in order to have someone by my side. Because, as fat as I am, that's to much to ask...
YOU ARE READING
By My Side
Teen FictionMy name is Leo Benidict. I'm a high school student. I take honors classes, get decent grades I'm popular... kinda. I'm nice to people, but that doesn't mean my life is great. High school, heh, isn't this where awsome romances happen? Where people fi...
