he stopped the car short, so that our bodies jerked forward
"I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH A FUCKING ANOREXIC"
he yelled and then continued driving
shocked, my mind raced . . i had no response
i wanted to cry but i couldn't
i had to put all my thoughts together and remain sane
this happened after a discussion at subway in which i complained about getting fat, how i didn't like my appearence and then did not want to eat
he is the one that led me to recover, i've gained weight and got to a "healthy weight" all because of him
i don't want to harm myself, or hurt anyone else
but sometimes i just want to return to the too skinny fragile girl i was
