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before i go into the story surrounding the image, thank god deviantart still exists because I have a whole story in my head while drawing this and typing it up on instagram would definitely have people clown on me. I might do it anyway.

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TW: conversation about ED
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After pulling herself out of bed, Clementine made way for the kitchen. She was going about her normal daily routine for breakfast which consisted of a sharp serving of water. Her family watched as she deteriorated and she felt their eyes fixate on the veins that protruded from her thin pale skin. Pouring the glass from the pitcher was difficult as her muscle wasted away and she grew angry. Angry at everything.

"Dear...can I make you an egg or something for breakfast?" Companion suggested, trying his best to encourage any positive behavior without triggering anything that'll cause more damage.

Enraged, but not at dear Companion, did she toss her glass of water into the sink. Yet Companion's concern was still centered around her and not if the glass chipped or even shattered in the sink.

"Do you think I want to be this way? I'm disgusting. Every where I look there's a new expectation! They told me that to be beautiful you have to look sick. You have to look breakable. You have to be so thin that the wind can blow you away. I listened and now I can barely lift my glass of water. How is it my fault that I listened?! They told me how to become ideal. How is this ideal? My hair is falling out and yesterday my tooth broke as I bit into a rice cake." She said rapidly, pulling at herself, emphasizing her appearance with each exacerbated remark.

Her anger began to bubble into tears as her words flooded out of her mouth. "It's never enough! Expectations are never achievable and the consequences will always kill you. I don't want to die...but I'm so fixated on looking sick..." She pulled her sleeves to her eyes, attempting to hide her face and dry her skin.

Companion had never dealt with such thoughts before. He had expectations he felt forced to live up to but it was never so dire. He pulled her close into a warm hug and let her hide against his chest. "You're right." He whispered. "Your anger shouldn't be split. You shouldn't hate yourself for trying to accomplish such impossible standards...you should direct your anger at those enforcing it. I know...easier said than done. I will stick with you through that hardship, no matter what misdirected anger you swing at me. You can get past this."

Description
before i go into the story surrounding the image, thank god deviantart still exists because I have a whole story in my head while drawing this and typing it up on instagram would definitely have people clown on me. I might do it anyway.

--
TW: conversation about ED
--

After pulling herself out of bed, Clementine made way for the kitchen. She was going about her normal daily routine for breakfast which consisted of a sharp serving of water. Her family watched as she deteriorated and she felt their eyes fixate on the veins that protruded from her thin pale skin. Pouring the glass from the pitcher was difficult as her muscle wasted away and she grew angry. Angry at everything.

"Dear...can I make you an egg or something for breakfast?" Companion suggested, trying his best to encourage any positive behavior without triggering anything that'll cause more damage.

Enraged, but not at dear Companion, did she toss her glass of water into the sink. Yet Companion's concern was still centered around her and not if the glass chipped or even shattered in the sink.

"Do you think I want to be this way? I'm disgusting. Every where I look there's a new expectation! They told me that to be beautiful you have to look sick. You have to look breakable. You have to be so thin that the wind can blow you away. I listened and now I can barely lift my glass of water. How is it my fault that I listened?! They told me how to become ideal. How is this ideal? My hair is falling out and yesterday my tooth broke as I bit into a rice cake." She said rapidly, pulling at herself, emphasizing her appearance with each exacerbated remark.

Her anger began to bubble into tears as her words flooded out of her mouth. "It's never enough! Expectations are never achievable and the consequences will always kill you. I don't want to die...but I'm so fixated on looking sick..." She pulled her sleeves to her eyes, attempting to hide her face and dry her skin.

Companion had never dealt with such thoughts before. He had expectations he felt forced to live up to but it was never so dire. He pulled her close into a warm hug and let her hide against his chest. "You're right." He whispered. "Your anger shouldn't be split. You shouldn't hate yourself for trying to accomplish such impossible standards...you should direct your anger at those enforcing it. I know...easier said than done. I will stick with you through that hardship, no matter what misdirected anger you swing at me. You can get past this."