My Mom Starves Me Daily
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Hi there, I'm Brooke, and this is the story of how my mum found out that I hoard food.
My mum has always been obsessed with eating healthily and exercising loads. She basically lives in the gym, and she has to go every day, even on our birthdays and Christmas. She has also been on some kind of diet for as long as I can remember. She doesn't need to diet at all, she's got a really nice figure. She says that she's not on a diet and that she hates diets, but she won't eat gluten, wheat, dairy, red meat, or refined sugar, so I'm not really sure how that can't be called a diet!
The thing is, I wouldn't really care what my mum eats or does because we're not particularly close, but she tries to make my whole family follow the same regime. My sister finds it ok. At home she pretends to really like the healthy food my mum gives us, but I know she secretly goes out for burgers and chips with her friends. She is amazing at ballet and is really good at running, so is naturally slim though, so my mum doesn't notice. Me on the other hand, I'm quite chubby and shy, and I hate exercise. This seems to infuriate my mum, and makes her even more determined to make me adopt her clean way of eating. the more she tried to shove salads down my throat though, the more I want to rebel. She has a specially designed meal plan for me, so if she had her way I'd never get to choose what I ate, it would just be breakfast: porridge with an apple, lunch: Salad with plain grilled chicken, dinner: some kind of vegetable soup and more salad. How am I even supposed to survive on that?
My only safe haven is my room, where in an old plastic bag under my bed I keep my secret stash of treats. I spend all my pocket money on chocolate, crisps and sweets that my mum would never let me have. When my mum asks me what I spent it on, I just say that I am saving it for college, and that keeps her quiet. In reality, I sneak to the corner shop after school and fill my pockets, then smuggle it back to my room to eat when I'm doing homework.
Chocolate and sweet things are my escape from my miserable time at home. My parents only have time for my sister Libby, as she is great at sports and super confident, while I'm just a bit of a bookworm. Sugar makes me feel better, my favourite thing to do is melt mars bars on my radiator, then drink the melted sticky goodness out of the wrapper. I find it comforting when I've had a hard day, when I've been teased at school or ignored by my parents or failed a test. Needless to say, my mum's radical diet is making no difference on me!
One day, I got home from school to hear my parents having an argument. This wasn't completely new, my parents didn't really get on that well and often fell out over things. I was just heading upstairs, dreaming about my melted mars bar, when I heard what