❌ Heavy

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Summary: Dick is struggling with an eating disorder in secret. And then it's not so secret. He's so fucking tired. [11,146 words]

CW: eating disorders, depression/low self-esteem, brief mention of sexual assault, brief thoughts of death, emetophobia warning

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Dick kicked the scale and let out a slow, deep breath, closing his eyes. He knew he shouldn't have checked. It didn't— It didn't really mean anything with the amount of muscle he had, of course it was going to be high, it was supposed to be, and— Oh god, he was terrified to look at his BMI, but certain he wouldn't be able to stop his morbid curiosity, just like with the scale. BMI charts didn't really apply to people with high muscle mass (and it was kind of debatable how much they applied to anyone. It was kind of bullshit and didn't make much sense to be relied on so heavily as a diagnostic tool), but that didn't mean it wouldn't still feel just as damning. Just like the weight.

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