Eliza was 175lbs. She thinks she's fat. She thinks she's fat - no, no she knows she's fat. She's trying.
Lose weight, lose weight, lose weight. Lose weight.
She's been... starving herself..? No, she wasn't, she really wasn't.
Yes, she was. She was, and she doesn't know. She doesn't know what's happening to her. She can't worry her family, her friends. She can't have them know. She's just doing some dieting, fad diets have worked, yes? It's harmless, just now. She'll only be doing it for a little it's not a big deal, it's not. People diet all the time, she not the first, the only, or the last. It's nothing.
It's just a diet. Just a diet. She's okay, not like those dying girls on TV, or Supersized vs. Superskinny, shes not like those girls on tabloids or plastered on those tumblr accounts. She is just dieting. Just dieting.
The story of a diet, but it turns into a mental disorder.
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The first two chapters were written a year or so ago. So, they're pretty bad. I've kind of changed the direction of this story a little, but you can feel free to read it I guess.
Life as a child was amazing.
Your weight didn't matter.
Your clothes didn't matter.
Your parents money didn't matter.
All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down.
Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup.
Who knew a boy could change all of that?
That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines.
Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself?
Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive.
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