Chapter 1

My sister was an influencer with anorexia.

She made a hundred thousand dollars a month posting videos of herself eating just five lettuce leaves a day.

But more and more people started copying her. When her audience dwindled, she set her sights on me.

She put pig growth hormones in my water.

She wanted me to reach two hundred pounds so she could film "sister contrast" videos.

She gained a million followers overnight.

When I confronted her in tears, she dropped to her knees and said she was sorry. The drugs were supposed to be for her. She'd finally come to her senses and wanted to gain weight.

Worried about her health, I searched everywhere for doctors and treatments. I found healthy meal plans to help her gain weight.

Meanwhile, she mocked me on her livestream.

When I learned the truth, my heart started racing. My obesity had compromised the blood supply to my heart, and I died. My sister, meanwhile, cashed in on the controversy.

After being reborn, I decided to let her make her own choices.

If she loved looking like a skeleton so much, she could take herself straight to hell.

My sister ended her livestream and kicked over a chair.

"Unbelievable! A bunch of broke losers. I stream all night, and they only send a few thousand bucks in gifts, but they still expect me to sit around chatting with them? Poor people are so damn demanding!"

Without the baby voice she put on for her streams, her shrill cursing grated on my ears.

I stood outside the door, clutching my chest, drenched in cold sweat. I still hadn't escaped the agony of my last life—the failing circulation, the buzzing in my head.

My sister glanced down at the food in my hands and immediately started criticizing.

"That's disgusting! Is oil free now? Why did you use so much? How am I supposed to eat something that greasy? You know I can't eat that. You did this on purpose, didn't you? You should've just brought me some lettuce!"

She made a gagging noise.

"Ugh! Just smelling the oil makes me want to puke! Eat it yourself. Get as fat as you want!"

My lips trembled as I watched her snap a photo, hatred burning inside me.

"What are you staring at? How did I end up with a sister like you? You're five-three and you haven't even gotten down to fifty-five pounds, but you still have the nerve to waddle around in front of me? You're ruining my brand!"

The same words as last time.

My sister had always torn me down, telling me I was too fat. In my previous life, she humiliated me every single day.

But once her livestream numbers started dropping, she pretended to care about me. She even slipped me hormones used to bring breeding sows into heat!

I ballooned as though someone were pumping me full of air. She used the contrast between us to make herself famous again.

When I finally discovered the truth, she didn't apologize. She mocked me along with her fans!

I collapsed in a fit of rage, and she kept her camera pointed at me.

"Look! My fat pig of a sister is so huge she can't even breathe!"

After she went back inside, I pulled out my phone with shaking hands.

A notification chimed. I refreshed my feed and saw her latest post.

"My sister made me dinner. I'm not really a fan. I can't stomach anything this greasy,

but she called me a skeleton and tried to force me to eat it. I'm literally crying..."

The photo showed a pizza from above, along with one of my hands holding a bowl and my sister's five fingers.

My hand was soft and slightly round. Next to her stick-thin fingers, the contrast was obvious.

Just as expected, the insults were already pouring in.

"The creator has such an amazing body, but her sister's a pig. Gross!"

My sister replied: "My sister's usually pretty nice. Maybe she's upset because I've lost more weight lately..."

"She's fat, so she's trying to force you to eat meat. She's jealous of you, babe."

My sister replied: "🥺👉👈"

"How did you get so skinny? I'm as fat as your sister, and I want to look like you."

My sister replied: "Babe, check out the weight-loss tea in my TikTok Shop! Just eat a little less every day and drink this tea. You'll have my perfect body in no time~"

...

My vision swam as I scrolled through that celebration of a twisted, extreme beauty standard.

And I realized she had already started quietly comparing our weight, encouraging her followers to ridicule me while still making sure to push her products.

The joke was on me. In my last life, I'd been so focused on treating her anorexia that I spent every day rushing between work and hospitals. When I went online, it was to read recovery stories. I'd never looked closely at her account.

My sister, a hugely popular anorexic influencer, had attracted a crowd who shared her warped ideals. Then she dragged a normal person like me into it to boost her views and rake in the money.

She had spent her entire life bleeding me dry.

I touched my chest. The hatred I'd felt on the brink of death surged to a new peak.

You love being a skeleton, don't you?

Then you belong in hell.