—I'm getting smaller everyday.—
I'm down to 106lbs, but when I look in the mirror I still see fat. I still see fat that I need to lose. I hate myself for it. I have to be perfect and nobody that's perfect has fat.
I've noticed people staring at me in school. They point and whisper to each other. I don't know what they're saying, but it makes me feel more insecure. Nobody likes me still. I still have no friends. I must still be too fat. I have to lose more weight. Then I'll be happy and others will like me and I'll have friends.
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Obese
Short StoryTrigger Warning//Anorexia story Book 1 of the Loving Yourself Hurts series. Lyra is 15 and she feels alone. She has a few friends, but she just wants to be loved. She wants someone to hold her hand when she needs it. Someone who will let her cry on...
