If you would've told me a year ago that I would be lying on my bathroom floor, door locked, wrists bleeding, tears silently streaming down my face, a handful of my hair in one hand, and holding my aching stomach with the other, I wouldn't have belived you. I wouldv'e smiled and asked where you could have come up with such a crazy notion. I was happy. With my life, with my body, with everything. There was no way I could be 'that girl'. The girl who says that shes 'Just tired' instead of explaining why she's sad. The girl that when people notice her uncontrolable trembling, 'I'm just cold' is her response rather than telling he truth, the truth being that she feels like shes about to pass out becuase she hasn't eaten for 2 days. I never would have thought I would be the girl substituiting breakfast, lunch, and dinner with bottles of water and a small handful of berries. But that was before I met Ana. And Mia. Let's not forget the ever important Cat, Deb, and Dallas. Their my only friends now. They controlled every part of me. Constantly on my mind, never faltering.
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Teen FictionShe never doubted, even for a second, that her life wasn't perfect. She never knew that she was overweight, living in a broken home and surrounded by people who secretly hated her. But her new friends opened her eyes and let her see what she had bee...
