"How did you lose five pounds this fast?"

"I haven't eaten in nine days.."

"Why?!"

"Because.. I didn't think it was just pinkeye."

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If you know me, or have read my bio or seen my profile picture, you'll know I'm very into anime. It certainly doesn't take a State Alchemist to see that I'm a small bit obsessed with it.. And that I'm also very gullible.

Last year, I started watching anime. Noragami led to Attack on Titan, which led Fullmetal Alchemist which led to many more. One of which was titled Tokyo Ghoul.

Tokyo Ghoul is the only anime that I couldn't complete. (Emetaphobia.. The fear of you/others being sick to your/their stomach. Also PTSD, but I'm not going to get into that right now.)

I had only gotten too the point where the main character wakes up to see that he has the eye of a ghoul, black and bloodshot.

About one minute later, I promptly exited the video.

I was terrified. I never left the house at night since. Not once. I was not going to be eaten by a ghoul, I was not going to see a ghoul, and I was not going to be a ghoul. Unless...

In the year 2015, humanity received a grim reminder: Pinkeye was everywhere. (However, I was homeschooled, so I didn't know.)

It was about 2:00AM, when my cat sneezed on my face, waking me up. {That's Izzie for ya.} I sat up and rubbed my right eye, yawning.

'I guess I'll go use the bathroom since I'm up.' I thought. I rubbed my eye again, thinking an eyelash was caught in my eye.

One time-skip later, I was washing my hands, and for some reason, looked in the mirror. The edges of my right eye were pink, almost red.

A rational person would've thought: "Oh, I must have pinkeye or allergies, not to mention it's two in the morning."

My reaction, because normal human being I am not, was something like: "Oh.. My... Guh.. I-I'm a... I-I-I'm a... NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!"

I ran out of the bathroom, screaming bloody murder, at 2:00AM, locked myself in my room, and had a major panic attack.

At about 6:45, my mom knocked on the door, and asked me why it was locked. I told her to go away. But mom was mom and used a spare key to get in.

I was curled up on the floor, in the fetal position, crying. My mother gave me a "Oh for fu- this is why the cat is my favorite child.." look, and took me to the doctor.

My pediatrician said pinkeye. I said "BS" It couldn't be pink eye, not a chance. She just was afraid to admit the truth! Yeah! {No.}

The only times I left my room after that were to take my pills, and to get my eyedrops. I wasn't going to eat, look at, or be around any people if I could help it. I carried on like that for TEN DAYS. {Okay, nine. Mom bribed me with Starbucks, which I knew would be safe} I knew what I was, and I wasn't going to succumb to my hunger.

Except when my mom took me back to the doctor because of my "loss of appetite and abdominal pain"

Turns out I lost five pounds in ten days, because I starved myself, thinking I was a monstrous cannibal.

Now that it's over, I'm more into anime like Ouran Highschool Host Club and Utu no Prince-sama.

Here's a fun bit of advice for anyone who cares: If you stop eating, wether from a disorder or from thinking your a monster, you're not just being unhealthy, you're missing out. Food isn't just energy, all food tastes freakin' fantastic once you start eating again.