As time went by, I ate less and less, pushing my weight farther down the scale. My mom had realized that I wasn't eating breakfast, so she made me take a granola bar with me to school, which I instinctively threw away. I focused on not eating, trying to keep my hours of fasting longer each day. On weekends, everyone in my family except me would go watch my sister play softball, so my fasting hours would pile on top of each other.
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My Anorexia Story
Short StoryThis is a true story about how I dealt with my self-induced anorexia. (It's a short story so I split it up by making each paragraph one chapter. Sorry, I haven't used Wattpad in a while.)
