I'm Fine.

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I look at the scale and feel tears sweal in my eyes. "You're fat. Face it!" I tell myself. I feel a tear come down my face as I wipe it away. I look at my arm, as I see all the scares.

"I just want to be beautiful." I whisper.

"Logan! Dinner is ready!" My mother says as she knocks on my bathroom door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Honey, are you okay?" She asked as she knocked a final time.

"Yeah Mom, I'm fine."