AN: This story can be interpreted any way you want. When I wrote this I thought of Hermione Granger because she is a girl and all girls get insecure. This is just what I think her thoughts would be if she too it a step further.

Pease give Constructive Criticism. I'm only 13 and I do want to hear ways I can improve.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Harry Potter. It's all J.K. Rowling's. If I did I would have made Harry gay.

Now onto the story. This is only a one-shot. I might expand on it but not now. Also, this does have depressing content.

I always worry about my weight and I always will you could say that I strive to be perfect. To be the best. I want to excel in classes. I want to be the most popular girl in school. However, all that is meaningless compared to my desire to be skinny. I look in the mirror and all I can see is fat. My thighs are huge and my belly sticks out. I hate it. I hate my body. I hate myself.

I see all these people around me who eat so much yet gain so little. I try so hard to lose weight and there are so many girls that don't even have to try. I eat less than one meal a day but it doesn't help. I go running every day and all that does is make me feel tired and week. Whenever i weigh myself it's as if i have put on weight since the last time. Sometimes I just curling up and cry myself to sleep.

At school nobody notices what I'm going through. Oh of course they notice I don't eat as much but I always come down from the dormitories early so they just assume I've already eaten. If anybody ever asks I say that I ate something already and I make sure that there are crumbs on my plate to make it look real. If they ever found out they wouldn't understand. Nobody would. They would demand I get help when I'm perfectly fine.

The robes that I wear are baggy. They don't show anything. That's a good thing because nobody will notice all the fat. Whenever I make a comment about how fat I am they would tell me that I'm skinny and that i need to put on weight not lose weight. They look at me and think that I'm perfectly fine. They don't notice the strain in my fake smile or the pain that I feel inside. Sometimes I wish they would notice and help me. Comfort me and tell me that it will be alright. Nobody has ever done that for me. But then I'd remember what they would think of me. The disappointment in their eyes. I know what I'm doing is wrong but I can't help it. So I'm glad that they can't see. All I feel is relief. They wouldn't understand and they probably wouldn't care.

But that isn't the worst thing. I'm in love with my best friend and he doesn't even notice. He's too wrapped up in another girl. A slut that can't think for herself. I do this all for him. I wonder if I was prettier, skinnier would he love me too. I've known him for almost 6 years. I know his likes and dislikes. Why can't he open his eyes and see that he belongs with me? That reminds me of the song 'You belong with me' by Taylor swift. Especially the line 'Why can't you see, you belong with me.'

I guess I'll just waste away and no one will know my inner struggles. They'll never know my pain. I'm all alone in this.

AN: Please review. I might enter this in a writing competition so I would like to know your thoughts. Thanks.