He walked up the stairs when he arrived home while covering his ears. He couldn't live another day with this weight on him, metaphorical and literal, it had to go.
Sitting at his desk table he opened his laptop to work on BrainPOP video ideas. How coffee is made, Capitalism and Communism, plastic bags, there were too many options! But he still couldn't focus at what was at work. He looked at his thighs as they spread, feeling larger than the continent of Asia.
Pulling out his phone he logged into Twitter and started to search up "(not typing this in, I genuinely don't want any of y'all to fall into the hole of Ed's)"
There, plastered throughout the screen, stick like bodies. Their pinkies fingers wrapped around their wrists with the biggest gap possible, flowers being held with delicate fingers, 'beauty' was in front of him.
Tim stared at his wrists, it felt as if they have grown. He stood up and went to his mirror comparing every feature he had. from From his head and to his toes it wasn't good, side, back, side. Hours that felt like minutes past. He couldn't keep going on.
"Tim?" His mother knocked on the door, "What would you like for dinner?"
"I-" He cut himself off, "Nothing, I'm not that hungry."
"Ah," He could hear it's mother questioning everything across the door, "I understand."
Tim looked back at the mirror, shame ran through his veins. Why was he born like this he questioned while opening the comments on the latest brain pop video.
They were still all so negative. It was heartbreaking.
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Body Checks in the Mirror (Tim x Moby)
RomanceWhile working for BrainPOP Tim has started to focus on work more than himself. Everyday he would read the comments of his videos, for how intelligent he was he shouldn't let the hate get to him. But it was harder than it sounded.
