. The outfit was beyond my belief. It was black and showed way to much of my legs and stomach - - something i was NOT very fond of. I had a thigh gap, not a huge one. (THIS IS ALSO HOW YOUR BODY LOOKS) I had a bit of an obsession less than a year ago when i was fifteen almost sixteen. It was all about getting thinner, being the perfect one. To myself though, i wanted to see my body the way i thought a beautiful body looked.
"You're so small." Tom says. I feel heat rush up to my cheeks. I wasn't obsessed anymore, i didn't want to get rid of my body i have, but i didn't really talk about it. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to-"
"No. No." i smile. "It's fine. I had a . . . brief encounter with the works of anorexiea and bulimia." i laugh lightly. "It's over. I hated it. It's fine."
"Oh." he says. "That's sad. My sister died almost from anorexia. What really got her was a gun. She was a prostitute. I never really liked her. She was a bitch to me." i found myself surprised that Tom had cursed.
"I'm sure you loved her anyhow right?" i ask.
"I-" Tom starts, but Harry walked in just then. I was sitting back on the bed in the same spot he put me.
"I'll take it from here." he says.