Starved to Perfection

"130 pounds? Look in the mirror, Chloe. Do you even look like a girl?"

For the entire summer break, my plate only had boiled, tasteless vegetables.

Every morning, I had to run five miles on an empty stomach. Mom rode her e-bike right behind me, refusing to let me stop.

By the time school started, I had lost thirty pounds.

Mom touched my collarbones, frowning. "Still too soft. We need to keep going."

She banned me from eating in the school cafeteria. The moment I got home, the first thing I had to do was step on the scale.