“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as te stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” te mutter, staring at the Cibo in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what te detto at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” te shrug.

“But I made your preferito spaghetti sauce. te always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” te sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your Cibo isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” te suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. te can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” te mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta around again.

He gently puts his hand on yours.

“When was the last time te had a full meal?” He asks quietly.

te didn’t answer, just push your pasta around some more.

“When was the last time te had a full meal?” He repeats.

te shrug.

He sits, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know.” te finally say.

He looks at te sadly.

te look down at your plate, embarrassed.

“Did I tell te how beautiful te look today?” He asks quietly.

te look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.

“Well, te look beautiful. And te always have. And te always will. It’s not fair for te to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. te shouldn’t feel insecure because te are loved. da me, da your friends, da everyone. I Amore you.”