My 200-Pound Sister Aims to Lose Weight but Costs Me My Life1
My 300-pound sister swore up and down that this time she'd shed the weight, claiming she was "all in".
She roped me into her health kick, insisting on a daily diet of steamed veggies and three-mile jogs, leaving me so nutrient-deprived I blacked out.
Eventually, I toughed it out for a year, busting my butt at the gym until I finally achieved that killer hourglass figure.
She flipped her lid with jealousy,
She sneakily snapped pictures of me in the shower, printed them onto flyers, and plastered them in the men's room. Then, crying crocodile tears on the live stream, she played the victim while I was painted as the villain.
Waking up, I found myself back at the starting line of her diet declaration day.
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"Megan, I'm serious about slimming down this time! How about you join me? You aren't getting any younger, and if you don't lose weight, who's gonna marry you?"
Olivia's taunting tone echoed beside me, and I was still feeling the world spinning.