Beyonce's POV

I have a 16 year old daughter. Lately she has been acting different. She has lost a lot of weight witch is not normal. We are watching TV in the living room. I looked at y/n who had her head on the arm of the chair.

"Y/n are you ok, is there something wrong?" I asked. "I am fine mom. Don't worry." She said. I got up and kissed the top of her head. She gave her a small smile. I when to make dinner. I read up on some of the things were going on with Y/n.

Y/n has been exercising more then normal, she has been throwing up after eating, and eating very little or at all. She has anorexia. I sighed as after dinner she when to the bathroom and throw up. I knocked on the door. "Baby girl." I said.

I heard the toilet flush and Y/n washing her hands. "Yes Mama." She said. "I think you need some help baby." I said. The sink turned off and she opened the door. "What do you mean?" She asked. "You lost so much weight and your so under weight baby."

"Mom I am fine." She said, she walked off. "No your not Y/n. They way you are acting I am worried." I said following her. "Mama I... I am fine. I will always be fine." She said. I grabbed her arm. "Y/n." I said sternly. She looked at me.

"Ok." She said as she looked away from me. I sighed a bit. I don't like seeing Y/n like this. She is my first born. I moved my hair out of my face as I when over to her. "Everything will be ok." I said to Y/n