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Candy Apples
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"Doctor says you're not eating. If you keep this up, I'm admitting you."
I stared at her as I ate my apple. Being aloof was my thing.
"What are you talking about?" The apple was big and blood red. But it was sour, or maybe it was just in my mind. Mom raises an eyebrow, and pushes a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. I pause, and stare at it.
"Eat."
And boy did I eat. I gulped it down. I proved her wrong. I showed her; I don't have an eating disorder. I tell it to my eggs scrambled in too much butter, I tell it to my mirror, I tell it to my toilet. I don't have an eating disorder. That's not cute.
I stared at her as I ate my apple. Being aloof was my thing.
"What are you talking about?" The apple was big and blood red. But it was sour, or maybe it was just in my mind. Mom raises an eyebrow, and pushes a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. I pause, and stare at it.
"Eat."
And boy did I eat. I gulped it down. I proved her wrong. I showed her; I don't have an eating disorder. I tell it to my eggs scrambled in too much butter, I tell it to my mirror, I tell it to my toilet. I don't have an eating disorder. That's not cute.
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what? omg