note: sorryyyy for the slow updates. kinda struggling right now which is why i wrote this. may or may not write a part 2, i dunno.
warnings: this fic deals with anorexia
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the weight shredded off easily, and you were quick to receive compliments from other people. they spoke highly of your noticeable change, telling you how much better you looked and how tops and pants seemed to look more flattering on your body.
never in a million years would you have thought it would've gotten to this point.
the point where you nearly cried every single time you looked in the mirror - or to the point where you no longer went out with any of the girls, not even cordelia, because you hated your body with a burning rage.
everything you seemed to do never made you feel any better. no matter how much weight you lost, you still felt like the same failure as you did in the beginning.
madison was the first to notice. in the beginning she would tease you and mess with your mind, but the sicker you began to look, the more she knew something was genuinely wrong. nonetheless, she kept her mouth shut, much like everyone else did.
cordelia hadn't the slightest clue what was really going on as she was too busy handling "supreme" business to pay attention to anything else. but it wasn't her fault, and you didn't blame her for anything. it was easy to get too wrapped up in your own life to see the world in front of you.
zoe tried to get you to eat some days, but most of the time you denied her offers. queenie didn't exactly understand why you were doing this to yourself, but she always defended your manor if anyone said anything negative.
most of the time though, it was just how "freakishly skinny" you'd gotten. and that while was somewhat fair to say, you, yourself couldn't see what everyone else saw - a horrible cycle that continued to push you to lose more weight.
it wasn't until zoe burst through cordelia's doors begging her to help you when everything unfolded. you'd passed out in the middle of one of your workout routines, leaving you in nothing but a sports bra and a tiny, tiny pair of shorts.
it shocked cordelia to see just how small you'd gotten. your body was almost more than gone. she snapped out of it quickly and immediately got to work.
the ache that formed in cordelias heart grew when she realized she didn't need both arms to pick you up or carry you. she laid you on the bed in her room with a damp rag on your forehead and a glass of water on the nightstand. she cast a protection spell over you so nothing bad would happen.
while you slept she questioned each and every one of the girls to uncover the truth about you. by the time she was finished it was clear to her that what you had was to be classified as anorexia.
