Letter From NOS:
So the time has come for your forgotten sister to write a letter. Ana has quite a bit to say about her demands and expectations, Mia is also known for being a harsh and volatile mistress, but Nos has her fair share of demands as well. I'm not only a harsh mistress to accommodate, but at any given time, I may just hand you over to any one of my other sisters as a punishment for being the fat, lazy, out of shape hag that you are. Unlike my sisters, I'm not a monogamist, nor do I plan to be.
I don't mind playing tricks on you. I won't limit my deceptions to the mirror or the phoney idle compliments your so-called friends toss at you. Oh no, because those tricks aren't enough. I'll allow you to fall into the soft comforting lull of a binge. I might even give you a safe and comfortable place to fall while you stuff your face uncontrollably, until inevitably I'll pull the rug out from under your fat little feet and knock you on your ass.
I'll turn the scale into your best friend and your worst enemy. Otherwise I might just push you to athletic extremes that leave you feeling like a wrung out dishrag the next morning. When I'm bored of your hopeless devotion and endless failures, I might just hand you over to my sister Ana for a week or so, until I manipulate the mirror and haul your fat carcass into Mias grasp, until inevitably you come crawling back to me yet again.
And you'll fail, once again. That's the one thing that never changes in our relationship, the fact that you will always fail. This time I might decide that you should cut your arms or legs, or to jog until you vomit, or to drink or get high until that failure is ground deep into your wounds. That failure never escapes you, because its what makes you cling to me and meet my demands. I'll stuff you like a turkey and drain you anyway I can. You'll always question everything you do, everything you eat, every pound you gain or lose, until I decide to loosen to reins and watch you tumble out of control back into the comfort of another binge. Before long, you'll be back to doing sit ups late at night, or eating carrot sticks for dinner, or seeing in the mirror what people are too polite to tell you to your face. I might convince you to buy some laxatives, or to stare at perfect model after perfect model all the while whispering how youll never be good enough to look like them.
I'll sneak up on you in ways you havent imagined. While several other girls or boys devote themselves to my sisters in hopes of winning the love of some poor ignorant boy or girl who never comes to realize that they are the second most important relationship in a persons life, I'll creep up into the words of people around you. You'll hear me in all kinds of comments, about going to the gym, about fat girls or boys and how they are willing to cheat on the most stunning person you have ever known. Our relationship will not be dictated by others, in fact, I might just cause you to fear them. Fear love, because its an illusion. Don't trust anyone, only I can give you what you need. Everyone else will abandon you, and even when I leave you in the care of someone else, its always my sisters and no one else. Over all, I never leave your side, even as you linger in Ana or Mias grasp, over all, you'll always be mine.
Am I fair? That depends on how fat and worthless you wish to be. Look in the mirror, know that I want to change you and to make you perfect, and you'll know whether or not I am fair. The easy way is for fat people. The easy way is for doormats. The easy way is for the weak. In my world, only the strong survive.
Sincerely, NOS
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