Disclamer:These events never necessary happened to Demi Lovato but this story is based on her past struggles. "You are such a fat pig, ever heard of weight watchers?"My classmates taunt me. Sometimes I wish they would just punch me in the face to make the pain go away faster.
I hear the school bell ring, signaling the start of class. Students hurry to their seats as Mr. Sanchez, my history teacher walks into the room.
"Good afternoon class, today you will be working on you essays on Anne Frank, you may begin."He says.
Everyone begins to type franticly on their laptops. I Google 'Anne Frank' and I bookmark the websites for later. I log onto my facebook and I'm not surprised to see that I have no notifications. I'm not surprised because of the fact that my only friends are Selena and a couple of family members that don't even know how to use facebook.
I notice that my classmates are on facebook even though they were just assigned a big assignment. I look at the person's computer in front of me. I almost scream when I read the post that she is commenting on. The post says.
"Demi Lovato is such a fat pig; she needs to lay off the cupcakes."I quickly walk up to Mr. Sanchez's desk.
"May I use the ladies room?"I ask.
"Hurry up." He says glumly.
I run out of the room. I run down the hallway to the women's bathroom. I check under all the stalls to make sure nobody is inside. Once I am sure nobody is inside, I walk into the handicap stall. I kneel over the toilet and I stick my finger into the back of my throat. I begin to vomit almost instantly. I used to dread doing this but now it seems to be nothing more than a daily ritual. When I can't vomit no longer I get up and I wash my hands after flushing the toilet.

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