Am I pretty now?
Day 1: You told me I was fat, ugly, and worthless. I believed it. I knew it before. Am I pretty now?
Day 2: I haven’t eaten hoping it would help. The mirror taunts me telling me not yet. Am I pretty now?
Day 3: I’ve lost some weight. The internet says I’m getting there. Am I pretty now?
Week 2: You can see my bones. I hide my food. I feel like I can fit in better. Am I pretty now?
Week 3: I did it. Scars line my wrist. I haven’t lost enough yet. Am I pretty now?
Week 4: I see my parents crying but I barley understand why I am losing weight. Am I pretty now?
Week 5: I couldn’t make it. I see my parent’s morning over my coffin. Am I pretty now?
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