Kiarahs p.o.v
It was the last class of the day, and I had not eaten anything. Hailey had tried to feed me,
but I held my ground and said no.
My resistance to food was getting stronger.
I was getting that much closer to skinny.
Skinny.
Those six letters that I had engraved on my wrists to keep me strong.
Not for attention, but to remind me what I'm working for.
Skinny was everywhere. I could see it in all my friends, I could see it in everyone...
but me.
It was as if my mind would never stop screaming fat.
fat fat fat.
As I ran it reminded me that people can see my thick trunks of legs jiggling like
liquid as I moved. That they knew just as much as I do that I was the fatty of the class.
It was hell.
most nights I cried myself to sleep, holding myself tightly as the dark cloud of depression sunk in.
Eventually I would fall into the welcoming arms of sleep, being overly exhausted from the large sobs that would wrack my body.
In the mornings I would drag my heavy body out of my bed and put on this
impressive fake smile, stitching it there and keeping it for the rest of the day.
I would not eat anything all day, and Ignore the hunger pains.
some days the pains would be so immense that I would double over and try not to scream.
This has become my routine.
This is what has become of my life.
Never once a year ago would I have worried about weight.
Not once.
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The problems of being me
Teen FictionKiarah Red has been a larger size her whole life. It never bothered her. Until now. what happens when society gets thinner and thinner? Read to find out!