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Welcome to R slash Am I the Butthole, where Opie's older sister wants to murder her. Am I the butthole for refusing to spend Christmas at home if my sister is released

from her eating disorder clinic for the holidays? My sister, who's 18, has been in an inpatient

eating disorder clinic since September. This is her third or fourth time doing a clinic like this.

It's been seven years of her eating disorder, and it's been hell for her, yeah, but it's also

been hell for the rest of us. Ever since my sister started getting sick, she's turned into a monster

towards me, a 16-year-old girl. We were never BFFs or anything, but I never thought she hated

me like she's claimed to since the eating disorder stuff started. For years, she's called

me repulsive and humongous. She told me she would rather die than look like me or be my size.

I'm not even overweight. My body is just shaped differently to hers. She's naturally slender and

doesn't have bigger curves. But I do. I develop different. To her,

that makes me even fatter than her, and she already thinks she's fat when she was never even a pound

overweight. She was always super skinny. At her worst, and this was this year, she told me she

wanted me to die because I was so fat and disgusting, and it made her rage that I was

taking life away from a skinny person who deserves to be here. She actually had to be taken

away from me because she was mad when she said it, and she acted like she wanted to make sure

I didn't keep taking a life away from someone skinnier. When she kept trying

to find me and take care of business, I had to leave the house for several hours while

they called people to come and help her. I was legit afraid of her doing something to me,

and so were our parents. I don't have to say anything for her to attack me on how I look.

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