You are very lucky to meet a guy like Leon. Kind, sweet, handsome, charismatic. His qualities would be the envy of anyone else, which he did not understand. When you first met in college, you immediately became inseparable. We hung out everywhere together, even communicated from a distance, and everything seemed to be in order, but Leon still didn't say anything about something. For quite a long time, He didn't eat well, he didn't finish. You could see his sudden weight changes, the way his appearance changed, and it was getting worse every day. He tried to translate the topic directly to all your questions, or simply said that he did not want to mention it. It would seem that you could leave him alone, but your anxiety was growing and you couldn't get rid of him until Leon got back to normal.

On one of your evenings together at his house, both of you relaxed on the couch, eating a second pack of chips, as if nothing had happened. You've been closely monitoring his appetite for the last couple of weeks, but you couldn't notice anything unusual. When the guy went to the kitchen for drinks, your curiosity increased because of the notes on his table next to you. It would be interesting to plunge into his thoughts and find out more, maybe he likes to write poetry? You grinned to yourself. It would be better if it were poetry.. On the papers scattered on the table were notes about a recent weigh-in, drugs that promote the rapid elimination of food from the body, and those most terrible thoughts about his appearance. You turned around when you heard his footsteps behind you, but you didn't have time to go back in a stupor. "I'm really not pretty, right?.. "