Sakura doesn't know how she became anorexic, but Sasuke does.
He thinks it started with a low self-esteem and many insecurities, but slowly morphed into the need to feel like she had some control over her chaotic life. And thus began Sakura's tumul...
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I SIT IN THE CORNER, DESPERATELY TRYING TO DRAW AIR OUT OF MY BEDROOM. It doesn't make sense to me—there seemed to be an endless supply of oxygen moments ago.
Hugging my knees, I rock back and forth, my breath shaky and my cries loud. I shut my eyes tight, trying to stop, trying to calm down. But each time I do, all I can see is my large forehead; my non-existant eyebrows; my paper-thin lips; my microscopic eyelashes.
Ugly. My presence makes the world ugly.
Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugl—
—I need to stop. I need it to stop. Shutting my eyes, I enclose my hands into a fist and curl my toes. Then, using all the muscle in my body, I clench and tighten my being. Once I release the tension, all the guilt and shame follow.
It's April and this has been happening for four months.
I can't take it anymore, so I begin to think of ways I can fix this. I think in a calculated manner, treating this like a math problem. Plastic surgery isn't an option at my age, so I consider other methods.
Looking down, I see my stomach poking out of my shirt, causing me to cringe. Then it hits me; if I lose weight, it would distract people from my face.
I get on the scale, and nearly fall over when it tells me that I'm 135 ibs.
I sit down at my desk and open my browser, quickly learning that in order to lose weight, I need to cut out all sugar and fatty foods. I should also only eat up to 2000 calories a day, as well as exercise more.
And so I do the one thing I'm good at: planning meticulously.
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