𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈

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Over the week the boy continuously over fed. His relatives couldn't help but get so much and shove it down his throat too.

As he was continuously over fed Ana was continuously talking.

Banging on the back of his head reminding him of how much that food would effect him the next day. Screaming right beside him every time he would anymore than he was supposed to. Punching him in the face every time he looked in the mirror only to see that he had no thigh gap, ankles, collarbones etc. Nothing was ever enough.

Every day was just another night mare that he wishes that he could get out off.

He wishes that he just love him self just one last time