He set the plate before her.
"Eat." She looked up at him from where she sat at the worn wooden table. He was so kind; so good. His black hair fell into his eyes as he watched her. The green eyes clouded with concern. "Please, I need to see you eat. You are killing yourself."
She wrapped her arms around her stomach and ran her fingers over the dips that defined her ribs. He was so wonderful but he just didn't understand. She needed to do this. She couldn't be fat. Not for him or anyone else.


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Anglea almost 12 years ago

This reminded me of the unawareness of reality these people have, someone I knew had to be sectioned and force fed on many occasions.

Jayden Nicole (joined almost 13 years ago)

I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.

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