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My thoughts were interrupted by my parents calling me to come downstairs

“yes!” I answered as I got downstairs. My dad sat beside my mum. They both had a serious look of concern on their faces.

“Why did you sign up for a weight loss program?” my mum asked.

I raised an eyebrow at my mum.

"What are you talking about?"

"You got a phone call asking when you were ready to start. Is there something you're not telling me? you've been so secretive lately" She continued.

They were behind it, it was definitely them and I knew it.

“Mum!” “Dad!” “I'm fine, honestly, you both worry too much.” I sighed masking my sadness with a smile and went back upstairs to my room.

As I went back and tried to forget about it all, my phone chimed.

1 new message- Group chat (Brooklyn's a Whore)

How's your weight loss program going? fat bitch.

You're better off dead than alive so there's more space on earth for everyone else.

I couldn't let it get to me, I had to block them out. I ignored their comment and deleted the group chat.

No matter how much I tried to ignore their insults and comments, I was starting to believe I was useless and not needed in this world.

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