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Corbyn- The Scale

⚠️ Potential Trigger Warnings ⚠️  This is really short, only 1,705 words.
•Character(s) starving themselves
•Self-caused vomiting
•Strong Language
•Character death

3rd POV
June 20th, 2019
fag

omg just kys already

ur a disgrace 2 humankind

ew fatass

u litraly look like an egg

🤮🤮

i just threw up in my mouth

ew u nasty fat hoe

Corbyn scrolled through more of the comments, seeing a ton of positive ones, but to him only the negative comments stood out.

Was it true? Did Corbyn's body really look that bad to the public? To the fans? To the boys? Jonah, Daniel, Zach, even Jack all had amazing bodies, fit and muscular. Corbyn always thought he was on the skinnier side, but maybe these people were right. Maybe he was fat

Why wasn't his body like Jonah's? Jonah's body looked like it was sculpted by gods; each ab perfectly rounded, each one the exact same, both pecs the same size, biceps each a full three inches across without flexing, v-line cut out like it was clay.

Or like Daniel's? Not as muscular as Jonah, but still, a prominent v-line and defined abs and pecs. Or, even Zach's body! Zach didn't have defined and like the others, but he definitely had a tiny waist.

Corbyn stood in front of his mirror, staring at his figure. Now that he looked closely, the blonde could see the comments were right. The skin that hung off his hips? Disgusting. The pudge around his waist? Corbyn wanted to puke. Even his face was chubby. Not a cute chubby like Zach, but a gross chub like you see on those ALDC Dance Moms.

Maybe the only way I can look like Jonah  and the others Corbyn thought. is to simply stop eating? Jonah eats healthy, and Daniel goes to the gym. If I don't eat, and go to the gym....every day, I could lose this disgusting fat body faster.

The plan was dangerous, but Corbyn didn't think about the consequences, only the reward.

July 7th, 2019

"Corbyn, dinner!" Daniel called.

"Ate earlier!"Corbyn called back. He hadn't eaten, he had been at the gym all day.

Daniel rolled his eyes. He didn't appreciate Corbyn blowing off the band meals almost every night.

"I don't care, get your ass down here!" Daniel called again.

"Chill Dan," Jonah said. "Corbyn's been in a mood all day."

Corbyn could overhear the conversation going on downstairs, Fine, if it made Daniel and Jonah happy, then he would go downstairs. But he wouldn't eat. Anything he did eat would have to be thrown up later.

Corbyn stomped downstairs, not because he was annoyed or angry, it was simply because the corridor was  thin and echoey, and almost all of the boys were heavy-footed.

Corbyn walked into the dining room, somewhere he hadn't been for about two weeks. Daniel was serving baked mac n' cheese, with a side of steamed broccoli. Zach and Jack were already sitting, talking quietly about the victories they'd gotten in Fortnite that day.

Corbyn sat down at the circular table, in between Daniel and Jonah, and waited for everyone to be seated.

The boys had a rule that nobody could eat unless the chef's fork was on their plate. Meaning, since Daniel cooked the meal, he was the one who could start eating first. Or he could just have his fork on his plate.