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His stomach was empty, a hollow void that seemed to echo the loneliness he felt inside. He hadn’t eaten in days, but it was this very emptiness that kept him going. Somehow, with little to no food for weeks, he remained resilient, his body and mind pushing through the deprivation. Each morning, he looked in the mirror, and instead of the gaunt frame he had once known, he saw fat engulfing his bones. It was a stark contrast to the past, when he could see every rib, every vertebra, a testament to his willpower and control. Now, the excess weight seemed to mock him, a reminder of his current struggle. He missed the days when he could just see bones, when his body was a canvas of strength and discipline. But more than that, he craved attention—attention from older men. Their approval, their admiration, was a balm to his wounded soul. He longed for the validation he had never received from his father, a man whose disapproval and neglect had left deep scars. The memories of a childhood he wished he could erase haunted him, a constant, painful reminder of a past he could never fully escape. His father’s issues, his own unmet needs, and the world’s indifference all merged into a relentless cycle of selfinflicted torment, driving him to seek solace in the eyes of others who might finally see him, might finally understand. What a sad boy. What a small and sad boy. Everyone who looked at him felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts. They were drawn to him, not just by his forlorn appearance, but by the silent plea in his eyes. They wanted to care for him, to wrap him in warmth and comfort, to nurture him into something beautiful. It was as if they saw a project in him, something they could mold and shape according to their desires, creating a masterpiece out of his broken pieces. All the boy wanted was love. In his heart, he believed that if he kept himself small enough, if he minimized his needs and his presence, he would finally be lovable. He thought that by shrinking himself, he would become easier to love, less of a burden, more of a treasure. He believed that the love he had to offer would be limited by his smallness, and thus, it would be cherished all the more. A rare love, indeed, one that people would fight to hold onto, a love that was precious because it was scarce.