“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as you stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” You mutter, staring at the food in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what you said at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” You shrug.

“But I made your favorite spaghetti sauce. You always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” You sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your food isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” You suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. You can see...