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"Hello." A unknown voice broke the silence in my room. I turned my head towards my bedroom door, no one was there. "I'm in the mirror." It talked again.
"Who.. uh- who are you?"
"My name is Ana, do you think you're fat?."
"What?" I asked.
"Do you think you are fat!?" She screamed.
"I-I yes."
"You shouldn't think your fat- you should know that your fat."
"I do know -"
"Lacey, who are you talking too?" My mother asked.
I paused.
"Shh! Don't tell her I am here." Ana said pressing her long bony finger to her thin pale lips.
"No one mom."
"I thought I heard you talking."
"Well I wasn't, just get out of my room."
"Ok. You're going to miss the bus if you don't hurry up."
"Whatever."
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"Hey babe." I felt a pair of lushes warm lips on my cold cheek. It was my boyfriend, Zack.
"Hi."
"Are you okay?" He asked as he stole a fry from my lunch tray.
"I'm fine my stomach hurts a little. Want my lunch?" I asked him.
"You're the best babe." He replied as he took my tray.
"I know."
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"116... 116.." I gushed out under my breathe.
I wrote the number 116 on paper in a small notebook.
Water: 0 cals
Pickle slice: 3 cals
3 grapes: 10 cals
Total Calories: 13
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"I'm going over to Nicole's for dinner. Her dad is making ribs." I lied. But I need to be convincing so
I licked my lips to show how delicious I found Nicole's dads ribs were. My family was eating tofu ramen.
Instead of going to Nicole's house like I told my mother I went for a looooong run.
I placed my earbuds into my ears and played music from my iPhone and took off running.
Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat.
Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat.
Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat. Burn Fat.
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
I heard a car horn beep multiple times.
"Hey! Lacey babe. Whatcha doing?" My boyfriend Zack asked as he drove next to me as I was running.
"What does it look like.. I'm running."
"Get in." He said opening the passenger side door.
I got in.
"You're so sweaty." He kissed me.
"And stinky." I slapped him. "Not funny."
