Ana|l.h

nine

i sat on my bed, dressed in only a bra and panties. she paced back and forth, examining my body from up and down.

"you like him?" she asked with a chuckle, "no one will ever love you looking like that"

"but ana, i've lost five pounds since last week." i said looking down at my wrists.

"still not enough. you should be losing way more than that if you want someone to love you back."i sighed,
"you will never be pretty. you will never be skinny. no one will ever love you. why? because you will never be good enough for anyone. but you will always be one thing, fat."

"ana, stop!" i screamed.

"not until you are acceptable to society." she said, shaking her head.

a few tears slipped out and ran down my cheek.

"don't cry." she said, wiping the tears away.

she took her hand away, then raised it high and then slapped me right across the face.