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First actual oneshot!! This shall be terrible.  TW: body struggles, eating disorders

I stared into my own eyes as I looked in the mirror.  I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was staring at myself in my bedroom.  Not in a weird way, of course.  But yeah.

My eyes skimmed my body and I sighed.  My face was kind of... sunken in.  Like a chubby skeleton.  My lips were chapped and cracked, and the purple circles under my eyes were getting pretty prominent.  Everything ached, even my hair.  This was torture.

But at least my body looked better.  My stomach was almost completely flat, there was just a little bit of flab hanging on the bottom of my abdomen.  I did kind of worry about the stretch marks, though.  Losing weight so fast made them look pretty bad.  I'd have to look up a way to cover them up later.

But I don't need to do that right now.  I'm going to a party with Jeremy, a party I had been preparing to go to for weeks.  A pool party at Jake's huge house.  Summer had just started, and Jake was holding a huge party for basically the entire junior floor, and Jeremy was trying to build a social life, so he brought me for emotional support.

I stepped away from the mirror and grabbed the bathing suit off my bed.  Slipping it on, I smiled.  It was loose.  I tried tying the string to make it fit better so no one would notice, but on the inside, I was jumping for joy.  This was the first piece of clothing that was starting to loosen on me.  My tactic was working.

I pulled on a t-shirt and strolled out of my bedroom, humming a Bob Marley song.  I grabbed my sunscreen and towel and was about to walk out the door when I heard my momma calling from the kitchen.  "Michael, is that you?"

I hated going into the kitchen.  It was too tempting, but I had to say bye to my moms.  "Yeah, it's me.  I'm going to a pool party with Jeremy," I called back.

"Okay, Micha.  Have fun, and don't do anything we wouldn't do!" mom joked from the counter.  "Oh, and before you go, do you want something to eat?"

I froze.  She had said the dreaded words.  I hadn't eaten since... when was it... three or four days ago? I always tell my moms that I ate a big lunch or something, and they let me off the hook.  How could I resist this?

My stomach chose that exact moment to growl very loudly.  Stupid bodily functions, they're probably gonna make me eat something now.  "Micha, it sounds like you do need something to eat.  Come in here," Momma said.

I released a silent sigh and went into the kitchen.  They had a box of donuts and my stomach did a hungry flip when I saw the double chocolate one.

"Here, honey, have that one," Mom said, pointing at the chocolate one.

I really didn't want to eat it, but Mom would think something was up if I said no to my favorite flavor.  "Okay, I'll have it," I said reluctantly.

I picked up the donut and took a bite, hating myself more each time I chewed.  Now I wouldn't be able to stop eating it.  "Okay, bye Mom, bye Momma!"

"Have fun, love!" they both said to me as I walked out.  When I got outside, I shoved the rest of the donut in my mouth and felt disgusted with myself.  You're so stupid, I thought.  You were doing so good, and you cracked because of a godd*mn donut?