Fat

My best friend Leah is not fat. She is healthy. She may not be "skinny", but her curves are beautiful. There have been times I've felt envy for her bust, as I feel I lack in that area. But I know she still struggles, rarely seeing her own beauty, if she does at all.


We would go shopping, for example, and if she needed to take the large size of a dress or some other piece of clothing, I could see the hate for her body creep on her face.


She would never go swimming, telling me that she doesn't have a body worth presenting at the beach.


When looking through a magazine or Pinterest, she'd show me something cute to wear, but then comment how she hated the model for having the figure to pull it off.


I began to worry when she began to exercise obsessively. I was seeing her less and less. When I met up with her one time for a planned lunch, she got there, ordered only a water, stating she'd already eaten.


But nothing could compare to when I broke into her house, having not heard from her in a week. It wasn't hard, I had a spare set of keys. The house was dark and quiet, and there was garbage everywhere. I called out for Leah, but there was no answer. In the living room there were pages torn from a book, the cover of which read Loving Yourself: A Healthy Body Image.


I headed up the stairs, turning on lights as I went. But the silence was eerie, my ears straining to jump at every creak of the house. My heart pounced hard as I focused on trying to slow my breathing to climb the stairs. I tried to ignore the racing of my mind, playing out scenarios in my mind of what I'd find in Leah's room.


I turned the handle to her bedroom door and peered into the darkness. I almost couldn't turn on the light. When I did, I saw there was nothing, other than the mess that trailed the rest of the house.


The bathroom... I could hear something in there. Someone moving around, and sharp breaths.


"Leah?" no reply.


Pulling the door open, I froze, unable to move at the sight of my best friend hacking off bloody slabs of her own flesh with a meat carving knife.

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