The year 2017;
I sat alone, new and afraid. I was the new girl, I was the skinniest girl there. Not the pretty and healthy skinny. The showing ribs and veins and sunken eyes skinny. No one liked me, they looked in disgust. "She's too skinny" "she's so gross" "she's just begging for attention". You heard them, I heard them, everyone heard them. The rumors, that the skinny new girl was a slut. Maybe I was. I was a slut because I let people push me around and use my body. Maybe I was a slut. You didn't care. You saw me, sitting alone and so small and frail. You didn't care, you ignored the others words of 'warning'. I remember your voice being like honey, you're eyes so brown almost black, but welcoming. You said "hi" and sat next to me, "I'm mathaes, wanna be friends?". I had never had a male friend before, you found that surprising, "but you're so pretty! How could any guy not wanna be your friend?". I asked if you were dared to talk to me, "nope, you looked lonely, no one as pretty as you deserves to be lonely"....you treated me so well, so kind and caring, I didn't realize I was gaining back weight until you told me I was getting curvy, I thought, for a moment, that you were insulting me. 'this is it, this is the part where he leaves' I thought...but then you told me that you were so happy to see me getting healthier and that I looked 'sexy' with curves. It was that moment I realized, I had come to love you... little did I know you loved me too... I never found out until I kissed you for the first time that night...and you kissed me back...my world stopped, my heart stopped. The look in your eyes when we pulled apart was so magical and loving....
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That was three years ago...
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What happened?
Written; Sunday, June 23, 2019
