Just a note, this sptry is completely fictional.
I don't think this has ever really happened, but I could be wrong
Could be triggering.
Please enjoy.

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"Hey, are you gonna eat?" I look up from my plate of food to look at my friend.

"Sorry, I'm just not really hungry." As if on cue, but stomach growled at that point.

"You hardly ate at school, I know you don't eat breakfast, and now your not eating anything here, are you sure your not hungry?" She asked, looking at me in concern.

"I'm really just not hungry." I say, wanting to move on from the matter.

"Are you sure you don't have a, you know, eating issue?" She asked, almost as if those few words were a sin.

"Pfft, do I look like I have an eating disorder." I gesture to my fat stomach and face.

"As a matter of fact, yes." She says sadly.

I freeze. Looking down at myself. I see the extensive body size. "No, look at me." I reply, my voice filled with fear.

"I am, you look like skin and bone."

I look down at myself once more, her words ringing in my head, and I notice the smallness of my waist, the bones in my legs and arms sticking out. How fragile I look.

How did I not realise what I was doing to myself.

How did I not see.