#Chapter 51: A Good Example

Hannah As I picked at the food on my plate, methodically pushing the bits of grilled chicken and roasted vegetables around with my fork, I could feel multiple sets of eyes on me. Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Zoe sneaking glances my way every few moments, her lips pressed into a tight line. Fat, fat, you’re so fat and they all know it, that vicious voice echoed in the back of my mind. Why would you even bother eating when you already look like that? You’re better off just not touching your food at all. I grit my teeth, my grip tightening around the fork until my knuckles turned white. I needed to get a grip; I had been doing so well lately, eating more and trying to view my body in a positive light. It was just the morning sickness making me relapse, that was all. I could handle this. “So, Hannah,” the host spoke up, “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve barely touched your plate this evening. Everything alright there?” I nodded, maybe too quickly and reached for