Well, I believe I'm nearing the end of my letter by now. About time.

I started writing this around mid-May, but now it's almost July. Yet I'm still talking to you twice a week, and you're still staring at that clipboard. I guess I just haven't had the nerve to stop coming until I can finish writing this letter (and you had better read every word, pal- the money to mail this is coming out of my own allowance.)

I suppose what I'm really trying to say is that I'm not perfect. I never have been, and I probably never will be. Sometimes I still feel so bad about myself that my stomach feels like one big knot and I want to cry forever. But I'm getting better. I really, truly am.

But writing this, mulling over all my thoughts from the past few months, it's helped me a lot (more than you did, anyway). And now I'm finally finished, or at least I will be in a couple of words.

Won't be seeing you.

Sincerely,
Sweetie Belle

Author's Note

Hey guys,

Thank you so much for reading this story. I started writing late December, so this is about the fastest non one shot I've ever written.

The events of this story were meant to show the 'life-cycle' of an eating disorder. First comes the initial thoughts that lead up to obsession (like too much exercise or a specific dietary regimen), then real sickness, and then getting help and the possible side effects that occur during or after (like depression). I have never had an eating disorder or depression, so I did an insane amount of research on the topics. Please excuse me if I was insensitive when covering these, I apologize if that is the case.

February 22- 26 is National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. If you or a loved one is going through an eating disorder, please, click here. There's a lot of good information regarding the subject.

Again, thank you guys so much for reading through this story of mine. It means a lot to me.

-HaloEssence111