I will dress like a model. I have to dress in boring, baggy clothes because I’m fat, but when I’m thin I’ll show people how amazing my fashion sense is. I won’t have to torture myself trying to put on perfect contouring because my cheekbones will already be perfect. I won’t have to worry about not finding clothes that fit me in stores because I have the body those clothes were made for. I won’t be alone like a loser; everyone will flock to me, eager to Be my friend because people always want to be associated with the pretty, skinny girl. Thanks to my clean eating, my skin will clear up. Even bundled up in all my winter garments, which I’ll need especially because I’ll be cold without all my disgusting fat to keep me warm, I’ll look small and dainty, my skinny legs poking out like chopsticks from my bulky coat. It makes me happy to think about all the books, makeup, clothes, and movies I’ll be able to afford with all the money I’m not wasting on food. I’ll have that delicious hungry feeling all the time, water slipping into my vacant stomach will be cool and satisfying. My beautiful bones will poke against my skin like shards of glass. I will run my fingers along each one of them, thanking them for being there like good friends. I’ll perform in plays and poetry slams without worrying about looking obese on stage. My talents will seem even better when people realize the fairy-like girl is the one behind the art. When girls see me at the gym, they’ll be so jealous, they’ll whisper to each other, “If we keep this up, one day we’ll look like her.” And I absolutely can’t wait for the day when I reach my ultimate goal weight and don’t have to worry about losing anymore. I’ll be perfect.
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