~*~ Warning this story may be triggering!~*~ In today's world, skinny is beautiful. Skinny people get it better, because they are beautiful. Where ever you look, you'll see a skinny woman, or a fit man. But what happens when you don't have that Ideal body? Do you work out? Diet? Starve yourself to the point where you can count your ribs? What will you do to achieve that "beautiful body?" Follow one girl on her journey struggling with a eating disorder. Feel the pain she does when she looks in the mirror and feels so wrong about her body. Learn how society warped her mind to believing there is something wrong with her. Learn the meaning of true beauty.

she never meant to become like this. - she just wanted a thigh gap and a thinner stomach. - she thought that would make her beautiful, but he thought something else. - - - lower case intended

The urge to be skinny.

"she hasn't been eating, and it's starting to worry me."

"Why do you do this to yourself? You have everything: a father who loves you, friends, money, activities. I want to know why you threw it all away." Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they're tight. Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you're mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in the mirror and find a ghost. hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. "Why?" is the wrong question. Ask "Why not?" **TRIGGER WARNING** This story contains the main character self harming herself, starving herself/anorexia, blood, depression, and dark thoughts.

all that she ever wanted in life was to be skinny. and nothing that he did would change that. // rewriting; no updates until fully rewritten

"All I ever wanted was to be skinny."

Macey Taylor is a single twenty-one year old with bulimia. She works at a diner at night and an office job during the day. She has been requested by her day job boss to go to an eating disorder recovery center. She can't stand when people ask about her weight, food, or what she's eaten. DISCLAIMER!!! If things like eating disorders, purging, or binging trigger you, don't read this. I do not condone eating disorders or support starving, binging, or purging. These are not tips!!!

I'm writing about my eating disorder as a story to try to maybe help myself a bit. I had anorexia, got better, relapsed. Now again I have anorexia. 19,5'2, 80 pounds and counting down apparently. So let me get it out on here.

Allyson Brooke Hernandez was a remarkable girl that was took for granted by her abusive boyfriend, Troy, who made her insecure all over and pushed her into oblivion that she'll never love herself or anyone ever again. Her closest friends, Dinah Jane and Normani Kordei tried to seek help and suggested therapy to cure her problems. . That's when she met her.