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by Grumpypilotthighs

by Grumpypilotthighs

A Short Untitled Story
By Ice
1/19/18
11:05 PM- 11:25 PM
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!TW!
Hints At Self Harm, Eating Disorders, Nudity, And A Form Of Body Dysphoria.
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Soft droplets of crimson slipped down the female's arm and thighs as she gazed into the mirror, her arms hanging by her side.

Her reflection showed a pale, nude figure, covered in self harm scars, burns, and utterly disgusting
fat.

She mindlessly picked at the skin, hands shaking as she carefully lowered her blood-soaked scissors to her hips.

She was fat.
Terribly fat.
Much too fat to be loved by anyone.
Why would anyone love a fat girl?
She gazed down, shaking violently.
People said she was unhealthy.
Inhuman.
She wasn't sure what they meant.
She was just trying to be skinny.
No matter the cost.
After all, she was sure that she had been left because of how fat she had been.

His new girl was much prettier.

Sparkling blue eyes, bluer than her own ugly orbs, and dark brown hair, almost always neat unlike the girls.

Suddenly, pictures pushed themselves into her head.
Pictures and memories of the two, constantly together, constantly crooning over one another.

She had indeed fucked up, but she didn't need the Italian asshole to rub salt into the wound, remind her of how much of a loser she was, how fat she was, how no one would care if she was gone.

Though it was all true, of course.

She wasn't actually LIKED by anyone.

She couldn't have been.

She looked at her stomach.

She had refused to go over 600 calories a day.

It didn't seem to make much of a difference. If anything, it only made her fatter, uglier.

At one point, she had dropped a whole 5 pounds withen a week.

She, naturally, was extremely pleased. She only had twenty more pounds to loose till she reached her goal.

She intended to reach that goal soon.

○Mirror's POV○

I watched sadly as the teenager inspected her sides, ignoring the blood flowing from her cuts.

She was terrible.

Unhealthy.

Though it wasn't noticeable at first, by looking closely you can clearly see the ribs of the girl, each one pushing against the skin.

She looked ill.
Terrible.
If only I could do something.
If only I could help her.