JordanMature

So there's a friend of mine who I shall hereby refer to as "Jordan."

Jordan was a really close friend of my sister's. Jordan and I were pretty close, too, but it was obvious from the start that Jordan much preferred my sister over me. I had friends of my own, so at first, it didn't hurt too terribly. 

Idina, Jordan, and I were riding in the backseat of our car as my parents drove us somewhere. Honestly, I can't even remember where we were going. But I do remember that my mom leaned back and told Idina, "Remember to eat."

Jordan got this knowing look on her face and whispered something to Idina. Idina giggled, and the two instantly began passing notes to one another. I felt left out, and I was pretty sure I knew what they were talking about: Idina's eating disorder. They talked about it alot.

To be completely truthful, I resented Jordan for how close she was to my sister. While I was lucky to carry on even one normal conversation with Idina, Jordan and Idina talked all the time about everything.

So not only was my sister returning to her eating disorder, I was being replaced by Jordan. I felt like I couldn't talk to my sister about her anorexia. As Jordan and Idina got closer, I retreated from my friendships. I told myself I wouldn't ever be rejected.

Ha. I didn't even have a clue what rejection was. The real rejection would take place in a few months.

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