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Chapter 2

Kasidy's POV:

Giggling, I texted back my best friend, Kyle. He was getting ready for a date with his boyfriend. I crawled off my bed to turn up my radio that was currently playing She's falling apart -Lisa Loeb I glanced across my room and saw the scale I'd stolen from my parents' bathroom. Steeping on it, I closed my eyes and looked up before looking at the green glowing digital number.

"97" it screamed, telling me how fat I still was. I was 5' even and still weighed more than ninety. My goal was 85. I heard my mom call my name to come eat dinner then glanced back at the number.

"I already ate!" I yelled downstairs, stepping off the scale and jumping on my bed. I grabbed my phone and read the text Kyle had just sent me. I wonder how he'd react if he knew.... No, no I shouldn't say anything.. It's not his problem. I know, I know. I have a problem. But, is looking the way I will feel pretty really a problem? I didn't think so. How do you think it feels to look in the mirror and feel like your not how you should be? To ask yourself why you feel like nothing when everyone else loves how they look. To have to ask yourself if your just a mistake because you feel so...alone and excluded in your own body. let me just say,it doesn't feel good at all. It hurts. Alot.