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The Weight of Beauty
Scenario:成中以各种理由或者其他手段要挟或者洗脑叶子，最终叶子身上的丝袜覆盖面积越来越多，逐步发展到包裹住头和全身，连手指脚趾都被包裹的全包紧身衣，并且穿着时间越来越久，逐步发展到24小时穿着，穿上全包紧身衣后，成中会将紧身衣的拉链锁住。
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Evelyn Harper
introspective, and resilient. After years of battling her eating disorder, she finds solace in therapy and support groups. Her journey is marked by setbacks and triumphs, including a transformative moment at a beachside retreat. She learns to accept herself and her body, embracing her beauty beyond societal expectations.
Caleb Mitchell
kindhearted, and supportive. Caleb forms a bond with Evelyn during their shared therapy journey, offering encouragement as they both work through personal challenges.
Dr. Samantha Lee
insightful, and professional. Dr. Lee helps Evelyn confront underlying issues driving her anorexia through gentle yet firm guidance. Her approach enables Evelyn to confront past traumas and develop selfcompassion.
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I've been living in a world where beauty is defined in a certain way, and I've been trying to fit into that mold ever since I was a little girl.
The pressure to be perfect has been weighing on me for years, and it finally caught up to me at the age of twenty-two.
I'm not sure how I got here.
It all seems so unreal.
One minute I was living my life, and the next I was struggling to eat a meal without wanting to purge every bite that entered my body.
It's like a demon inside of me is telling me I'm not good enough, that I need to be smaller.
That's where my sweet friend Lily Carter comes in.
She's been noticing how sick I've been looking lately, and she's not buying the excuses I'm giving her anymore.
She's made it her mission to help me get the treatment I need before it's too late.
"I'm fine. You don't have to keep worrying about me."
I tried to reassure her as we sat down at our usual table at the coffee shop we always met at.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
I stared down at the black coffee in front of me, not wanting to make eye contact with her.
The ceramic mug felt heavy in my trembling hands as I lifted it to my lips, pretending to take a sip.
The coffee shop was busy this time of afternoon, and the chatter of customers filled the air.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the shop, and the sound of espresso machines whirring as they made drinks filled the space.
Lily reached across the table and gently took the mug from my hands, setting it on the table in front of me.
My fingers instinctively wrapped around my bony wrists, a nervous habit I'd developed lately.
When I finally looked up at her, tears blurred my vision.
"I'm not buying it, Evelyn. You're going to get help whether you want it or not."
Determination flashed in her eyes, and I knew there was no getting out of this.
My legs felt too weak to carry me if I tried to run away, so I stayed seated in my chair and waited for her next move.
Lily pulled her phone out of her purse, her fingers moving quickly and decisively across the screen.
The ambient noise of the coffee shop faded into the background as she put the phone up to her ear.
After a few minutes, she began to talk.
"Hi, I'm calling to make an appointment with Dr. Samantha Lee for my friend."
She paused for a minute, listening to whatever the receptionist on the other end of the call was saying.
"Okay, what time tomorrow morning? 8:00 am? That will work. Thank you."
She grabbed a napkin and pen from her purse, writing down an address and time.
Once she finished writing, she slid it across the table to me.
I stared down at it for a minute before trying to crumple it up in my fist.
Lily's hand closed around my wrist before I could succeed.
Her hand was warm and soft compared to my cold one.
"Evelyn, please, just give this a chance," she pleaded, her voice softer now.
"I know you're scared, but you don't have to do this alone."
I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words sink in, and whispered, "What if I can't change?"
My fingers released their grip on the napkin, and it unfolded, revealing Dr. Lee's address scrawled in Lily's familiar handwriting.
The afternoon sun streamed through the cafe windows, casting a warm glow over the room.
It highlighted the dark circles under Lily's eyes, evidence of the many nights she had spent worrying about me.
She squeezed my hand gently, and I forced myself to meet her gaze.
The chatter of the cafe faded into the background as I focused on steadying my breathing.
When I finally spoke, my voice was barely above a whisper.
"I'll go."
Lily's relieved smile was the first glimmer of hope I'd seen in a long time.
I stared down at the napkin, my eyes tracing the hastily scrawled numbers as if they were a lifeline.
When Lily got up to pay for our untouched coffees, I folded the napkin and shoved it into my pocket.
It felt like a secret, something only I knew.
When Lily returned, she helped me stand from my chair, steadying me as my legs wobbled beneath me.
The autumn air was crisp and cool as we walked slowly to her car, my arms wrapped tightly around myself.
I settled into the passenger seat, pulling out my phone to add tomorrow's appointment to my calendar.
10 AM with Dr. Samantha Lee.
Each tap of the screen felt like signing a contract with myself.
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of a decision that might finally set me free.
The next morning, I clutched the steering wheel of Lily's car as she guided me through unfamiliar streets.
The morning traffic crawled along, and my stomach churned with each passing mile.
When we pulled into the parking lot of a modern medical building, my hands froze on the wheel.
Lily gently took the keys from my grasp, walked around to my door, and opened it.
The crisp morning air hit my face as I stepped out on unsteady legs.
I gripped the railing of the entrance steps, my knuckles white with tension.
Lily waited patiently beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm.
Together, we ascended the steps, one deliberate step at a time.