Anorexia Stories

It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'm actually worth something, and that I could have bloomed liked I was supposed to given more time, given better circumstances, given more love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I...

I just want to be like the image in my head.bullied at schoolbecause of weight-it's no differentwhether maleor female.I'll just lose a few pounds.guilt washes overwhile eating-the voice whispersyou're fat.(doesn't matter if you'remale or female).It's like... a voice. A voice that tells you you're fat; you're worthless.panicking with every forkfulcalorie-countingimagining the fatpacking on with everybite.A girl's disease?...

i'm fine you want me to let her go? she's my friend my only friend she's helping me be skinny skinny beautiful fat ugly * help me she won't let go help me i'm stuck help me she's killing me * no i'm fine i'm okay i'm winning no longer a failure * (("so just be a good girl and please follow my rules don't forget i'm taking over transparent is what you'll be in no time...")) * she doesn't let go she won't let go I was her f...

She weighs herself in the morning. It is part of her routine: wake up at 5am, weigh yourself, look in the mirror, shower and get dressed. The scale says 90lbs."No way! I haven't eaten more than lettuce and water all week, how can I still be so fat?!"She looks in the mirror and it's even worse than she thought. All she sees is globs of fat hanging off of her, jiggling when she pokes it, and tears stream down her boney chee...

This is a compilation of 4 micro fictions... making it a short flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.  *** She walks slowly down the stairs from their little bathroom. Her stomach is sick, and she feels weak, but at least she'll be skinny- she'll look like all those beautiful girls in those magazines. She picks her backpack up, which feels like it weighs a ton, and walks out the door and to the bus stop. Right past her mother, ri...

Let me introduce you to Cara.She was beautiful. Hazel-brown eyes in a clear face, rounding when she smiled. A fiery light sparkled in each eye when you spoke to her about something she loved. Or hated. She had a temper like a cat, spitting when annoyed, but stroke her belly and all was forgiven at once. Passionate about everything, she'd never let you down. The attention span of a puppy, and the loyalty, and the bravery....