Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it except the plot
She was weak. She was ugly. She was fat.
46.4kg! I thought, looking at the scales in disgust. I put on 0.2kg. I kept repeating it in my head. I never ending mantra. It must have been that glass of water; I thought. Imagine the calories. It might just seem like a measley amount, but I couldn't go over 300 calories a day. If I did I would exercise hours on end, slashing at my arms but that was a hard task, mounds upon mounds of fat was permanent carved on my body. Nobody noticed. Nobody would notice. I'm just that little Weasley girl. A nobody. People thought I had a crush on the boy wonder, but who would? He's the definition of obese.
Hate to say it; but he's fatter than me and I have to be the fattest girl in the school- alongside with Millicent Bulstronge. I'm depressed. I know I'm a cutter. I know I'm bulimic. I know I'm anorexic. Nobody notices me. I'm just the littlest Weasley. I stay in the shadows. Heck! Even my brother's haven't noticed that I'm shrinking away, into pit-blackness. Ron's to busy playing tonsil hockey with Granger and Harry's to obsessed with keeping in the lime-light. I look at myself in the mirror- hell. I get my trusted dagger, plunging it into my fat. The more blood you lose the thinner you get. Nobody cares that I'm dying.
They've forgotten about me. Instead dotting on Harry bloody Potter. He makes me feel like a strange in my own home. I've read anorexic stories: Girl is anorexic, boy finds out, he makes her stop being thin. They live happily ever after. Doesn't the girl ever think of the big demon called fat that's ruining her life? No. Happiness makes her forget. I hate happiness. It only happens in fairy tales. Which my life is not. I need to get thin, thinner, thinnest. Dead. My life's morbid. Always has been, always will be. Nothing can change that, if something or someone does I will un-doubtly kill her or him.
Hey! That's life. My life.
I should probably tell you about me:
My name's Ginevra Weasley.
I'm in the 5th year.
I'm anorexic.
Bulimic.
A cutter.
I have insomnia.
Call me an abomination if you want.
When can I die? But I have to die thin.
I need to die thin.
I will die thin.