As the next week passed, Xoa contonued to go to school, every day skipping as many meals as possible. It felt like every mouthful she took was ruining herself like it was the confirmation that she was a failure.
As the week progressed, Xoa began to go jogging every morning and every night. Some days she would even force herself to do intense workouts and out stop, even when it hurt. Eventually, the began to beat herself up about eating dinner every night. Although she still didnt eat much at the mealtime, it was still food going into her body. She knew she needed to get rid of it and there was only one way she knew how to do it.
Every night after eating the meal, Xoa would leave her family at the table and shut herself away inside the bathroom conjoined to her bedroom.
She locked the door, turned the shower on, and went through the motions in order to get the food out. By the fifth attempt she could feel the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.
The tiny amount of food that was fueling her body was removed every night. Xoa was starving herself, giving her body nothing live off.
Slowly, as weeks began to pass, Xoa began to grow smaller. Clothes that were once too tight became too big.
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