My name is Nova. i suffer from anorexia, and i throw up if i eat too much food, so i possibly suffer from bulimia, but i'm underweight. i want to
solve this problem. but i can't. it's too scary too look at food. when i get nervous, i feel like eating. my parents know
half of my problem. they think i cry because i feel full. but actually, i vomit because i'm too health conscious. i wish
someone would help me. i wish my parents would listen.
it all started four years ago. everyone kept saying i was thin, and my mother said it was better to be thin than to be
overweight like the rest of my family. My mother also told me that there was a time when she was younger when she gained
weight. i wstill remember that day. it haunts me sometimes. it hurt me so much that i might be overweight someday too.
The day before one of the most important national exam of my life, when my parents were out at a dinner, i threw up my
dinner for the first time. From an A-student, i got 198/300 as the results, released on my birthday. I spent the whole
day crying, my mom nagging, my older twin-brother Max comforting me, and my then 4 year-old brother reading a pop-up book
with my dad.
Well, my dad is as interesting. He never wastes food. He loves to eat all the delicious food i would make for him and my
brothers, and my mom- but not me. That's why i eat food, but just throw it up afterwards.
Two years ago, when i was fourteen, my mom died of liver cancer. And now, my family, who bonded together in those two years,
decided to move to a small state called Forks, in Washington. We needed a new start, all of us - except maybe Flynn.
And that's where i met a werewolf, who changed my life, forever.