Chapter 1
125.4 lbs.
Peter snorted. Brilliant. Just brilliant. While he was out fighting bad guys, he forgot to fight one bad guy that lived in his own house— himself.
Peter had become too happy last year. No. 'Happy' wouldn't be the correct term for it. Peter had become too comfortable. Yes. That makes sense, doesn't it? That makes much, much more sense.
Peter had become too comfortable— enjoying meals out with friends, snacking on fries and burgers and doritos while working in the lab with Tony Stark, eating whatever May was feeding him, and eating food on his own.
Peter had become too comfortable, and, as a result, he had become fat.
He was at a healthy weight, which naturally made him fat, because whatever wasn't underweight was fat.
He wasn't always like this. Oh, no. No, no, no. There used to be a time when everyone was concerned about him— calling him 'too thin' and always wondering why he didn't eat. That gave Peter a certain high that nothing in life ever could: that feeling of being the skinniest in the room— it was everything.
But now, he had nothing.
Now, he got "You ate it all?!" and "Don't eat too much." Now, he felt his thighs rub against each other instead of looking oh so thin and oh so pretty like they did at one point of his beautiful life. Now, no one cared about him. Now, he had become just another average boy with all mental issues being told "farewell!" long ago.
Fuck this. Peter didn't want to continue living like this.
119.8 lbs
The starving worked. The not eating for two days straight worked. The restricting his food intake to the lowest of the low worked. The working out worked.
His mental issues were mental issu-ing.
He had a long way to go.
110.5 lbs
"Did you lose weight?" MJ said, her eyebrows raised.
Ah. You finally noticed.
"Did I?" Peter asked innocently as he took a bite of his burrito. Eat in public, starve in private.
"Yeah. You look thinner."
Peter shrugged, and took another bite of his burrito. He played it off as cool, lest he should look suspicious, but he was cheering internally. The days of fasting and starving and restricting and dying were all worth it, in the end, because people started noticing!
90.4 lbs
"He barely eats, Tony!" May said as she slammed her hands on the table in frustration.
Peter simply sat still in his chair, being all too familiar with this situation. The anger of his family members, the being threatened with visits to the doctors, etc.— it was all too familiar to Peter, because he had experienced it before.
Peter Parker had relapsed back into his Anorexia, and he wasn't the one to be blamed for it.
The people around him were.