A/N: Paige grew up with her sisters. She's about 21 in this fic. Phoebe is 26, Piper is 28, and Prue (though dead) is 30. Obviously I messed around with their ages. By the way, I don't own the characters (duh!) I just wrote the story.

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Paige's

I'm standing in front of the mirror in my room again. I still don't like what I see everyday. I feel fat, like a swollen balloon. I know people must stare at me because of my weight. I'm ugly and I'm fat and I'm twenty thousand sizes too big. I hate getting dressed every day. Getting dressed makes me feel the worst. My clothes stick to me in all the wrong places and they're tight where they shouldn't be. I hate tight clothes. I'm scared of waking up one morning and having my pants feel tight again. I know that feeling and I hate it. I hate this. I hate myself.

I wish I were Phoebe. Phoebe is so beautiful and perfect. She can wake up and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and all the men on the street will stop and stare at her. She's so confident. She doesn't know she has the entire world in the palm of her hand.

And Piper. Piper is so lucky, too. She's so pretty and she has a gorgeous husband. Leo loves her just the way she is. I want that.

Oh, and Prue. Before she died she was amazing. She's probably still amazing 'up there.' She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was so soft and dark and her eyes and icy blue. People tell me I look like her but I don't see it. Even more than I envy her good looks, I envy the qualities and personality that made her who she was. She was so responsible and caring. She was like the mother I never had. She was always there for me, though sometimes she was a little bit overprotective. But I loved that part of her, too. When she died she took a part of me with her. She knew my deepest secrets. She would be the one to rescue me now.

I love my sisters so much, I really do. It hurts that they don't notice that I'm falling apart. I miss being with them. They're always so busy now. I talk to myself all them and I pretend it's one of my sisters that I'm really talking to. It seems the only time I get to talk to them is when it's about magic. Well, Piper, Phoebe, my magic is growing. Look, just watch me do a disappearing act.

Phoebe

I hugged my sister goodnight last night and I felt her bones. They poked me, taunted me. They made me remember how helpless I am in this. She's withering away to nothing. And she's doing it to herself. I know what's wrong with her, but I don't know how to help. Please, Paige, tell me how to help you.

Piper

Oh, Paige, my missy Paige. What can I do with you? I make your favorite foods and you thank me, like always. But then you walk away. You're not eating anymore. Paigie, don't do this to yourself, to us. You're so beautiful. If only you could see it.

Prue

I watch over all of my little sisters sometimes, just to make sure they're okay. But Paige is different than Piper and Phoebe. We have a special bond. She is the youngest and I am the oldest. She's my baby. I will always need to protect my baby. When she was little I would keep Piper and Phoebe from picking on her. As she grew up and started middle school I made sure all her classmates knew she was the kid sister of the head cheerleader. Once they knew they would leave her alone for the most part. And when she started high school, you better bet I waited up for her every night and made sure she didn't get in with the bad crowd. By the time she started college, we were charmed. I was the one standing in front of her during every battle making sure she stayed safe. Only once before was there a time when I couldn't protect her. That was when I died. I couldn't keep her from feeling the pain. Now I can't protect her either. Because I can't protect her from herself.

Paige

I see the way they look at me. They're noticing now, I can tell. Part of me is terrified when I think of them knowing. But sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see myself through the eyes of my family for a few seconds. That's when I'm most scared because I know I can't stop. I will never be able to stop. So I bury my head and scream until my throat is hoarse and painful. I scream so loud but know one hears me. I scream the same words over and over again. My name is Paige. I am anorexic. Why can't you hear me?