What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.

I slowly walk down the stairs. Every time i pause, I tell myself what I am. Step. Fat ass. Step. Ugly. Step. Thunder thighs. Step. Glutinous failure. The list goes on until I hit the last step. I jump down and then cringe, realizing what I had just done. My weight made the house shake. I felt it.
When I walked into the dining room, I see that my mom had made grilled chicken, salad, and breadsticks. Well, breadsticks are out of the question. So I'll have some chicken and a salad. Maybe a chicken salad. Yeah, that would be nice. So I cut myself up some chicken and mix it with a salad for a king with minimal salad dressing. As I'm cutting up my mom coughs.
"So Gerard," she began. Oh god oh god "I've noticed you have been eating less. Is everything okay? Are you feeling well?"
"Yeah uh. No mom I'm fine." She threw me a skeptical look.
"Seriously! I've just been eating big lunches, that's all."
"Okay Hun... Just.. You know guys can get eating issues too. Stay healthy, Gerard, don't hurt yourself. Okay?"
I reassure her that everything is okay and remind myself I'm too fat to have and eating disorder.
When I'm done, I go to my room and finish my homework. As its still the beginning of the year, I breeze by it. Most of its just review anyways. After that, I spend fifty minutes on the elliptical and doing crunches until my stomach is on fire.
I take a shower and avoid looking at my body, and run to my room with my eyes closed. I change into some warm clothes and go to sleep, wishing to escape the world.

Notes

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