So it appears that Blake has taken interest in some skinny, blonde little tart.
Sure. Me and Blake are just “friends”, but he hasn’t been so talkative lately. And now I know why. She’s pretty. She’s itsy-bitsy and blue-eyed and cute. I’m a whale. Guys keep losing interest in me and going for tiny little waif girls.
Well, Blondie. Eat your fucking heart out. I’m going to make myself smaller than you.
I am 5’6″, and I weigh 145 lb. That’s a “healthy weight”. That’s some bullshit. I look like a heifer. I hate my body. I’m fucking heavy. No guy would be able to lift me. I’d take up all of the space if we were cuddling on the couch. I’m tired of being abandoned and I’m tired of being a jealous fat girl. NO MORE.
I’m going to work out until I feel like I am about to die. I’m going to eat like a dainty little bird until my bathroom scale reads 115. I did the research, and that would make my bmi 18.6. Underweight is 18.5. So I would just be teetering on the edge. *I* want people to envy *me*. *I* want to be the one that’s hated. *I* want to be who girls look at for inspiration. *I* want jealous women to whisper “Oh my god, she’s so skinny!”
I want to be perfect.