Every day I wake up paler. My mom, worried, asks me if I am good. When I look the vitamin pills I feel that soon I am going to close my eyes forever. Hunger yells me from within. I count every calorie that is in my plate. Mom feels me strange and lower. If I see myself from the side, in front of the mirror, I don’t see what I want. Every time I feel weaker
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