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'Fatty,' that one word, over and over. I only have to hear it once, my head does the rest. When I go home, the first thin I di is weigh myself. 10 stone 3. for one moment my brain says, 'your not fat, that's average, and your tall'' but then I catch site of my self in the mirror. 'Right, that's it' I told myself 'no food for you for the next week'.
That's where it started. Now that is all I think about, how much do I weigh, how wide are my thighs, how many calories are in that. I've been in and out of hospital, drugged up to my eyeballs, even force fed, but no matter what anyone says, I know I am still fat.
Now I can't move, I am so tired all the time, I can barley get up to go to the toilet. My mum begs, my dad shouts, my sister cries, but I still don't eat, I can't, if I eat I will be 'fatty' again.

They say beauty is only skin deep.

My name is Kaleb, and that was my story