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He stared at the person in front of him, pulling a face of disgust.
His parents have always taught him to be friendly and polite but at the sight he couldn’t even play nice. They had so many imperfections that he couldn’t even spot something he liked about them. He looked the person up and down, starting at the greasy and messy hair, which probably hadn’t been washed in weeks, down on the face, seeing the dark circles and chapped lips, blue eyes staring back at him. He looked at their body, utterly disgusted. He could see the fat rolls hanging off their body.
Tommy was mad, to say the least. He starved himself and for what? To see something like this?
He couldn’t contain his anger anymore. He didn’t realize that his hand balled up into a fist and his arm moved forward as he just punched as hard as he could, blood now coating his knuckles. Broken pieces of the mirror fell into the sink, as his ears were ringing and his head was aching. He looked up, not knowing what he was seeing.
Everything was blurry as he let himself break.