A/N: So, I'm not really sure why I wrote this, a couple weeks ago. Venting? Projection? Not entirely sure. I wasn't even 100% sure I was going to do anything with it. I don't really want it on my Tumblr, and I want to put it somewhere, so I guess it's going up on here! It's really short, so sorry about that. Maybe I'll continue it, or add it in as a subplot to another story. We'll see!
Trigger Warning For Eating Disorders
Enjoy!
This is what Kari has become.
She was shaking, making it hard to steady the camera. Her stomach practically curved inwards and her legs were twigs. But she looked good in her dress, which made the pains in her abdomen worth it.
She posts the pictures on her Facebook, and watches as the positive comments come rolling in. She was pretty. She looked good. The dress was nice. It fit her well.
Maybe she didn't need dinner that night.
Kari couldn't stop smiling as she scrolled.
Ken was used to it.
It was almost comforting, the emptiness in his stomach. The shakiness and the dizziness, they became his friends.
But maybe he shouldn't say that.
He knew what he was doing. And he knew what it would lead to. He should've stopped when he had the chance, when he had the choice. Now, he was scared. It was becoming less and less of a choice every time this feeling came around. And it's all his own fault. All because he wanted a little bit of control.
Ken wiped the frown off of his face and smiled when his parents called him out for dinner.