This is the story of how I believe Pansy Parkinson Turned out the way she did. There will be trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters if need be. Please give the story a chance, I promise it will be good (I made the cover on PicsArt with stock photos)

Ethan glared at the package of chips halfheartedly, desperately trying to keep his hands from reaching out and tearing the bag open as though his life depended on not eating the cheesy snack. He wanted them (god did he want them), but he knew he couldn't live with the repercussions. It was mildly concerning, a small part of him thought, considering he had never thought about the "repercussions " of food before. - - - - - Ethan's attitude towards his body lately has been pretty worrisome, so I decided to write a fic where that was taken to the extreme.