Diet?!

 OMG. A humongous girl is looking right back at me. 

I pulled a face of disgust. The girl made the same expression. I inspected her face. Forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, teeth, chin... Oh. I saw what was wrong. She had about a thousand red and sore pimples erupting all over her face. It was a horrible sight.

The girl pinched her arm. She didn't even feel the pain. I could tell. The fat around her arm was too thick.

The girl stripped herself, standing in only her underwear.

The sight was horrific. The fat was completely oozing out of the body. And, and, the thighs... The two horribly flabby and flappy thing. Slapping against each other whenever she walks... Ugh. Gross. 

The girl turned around.  Her butt. The buttocks were sitting comfortably on the thighs. She smacked it. It wobbled menacingly... 

Ok. Fine. Surprise's over. That horribly overweight girl is me... And I seriously need to go on a--

!!!!!!!!!!

Yes! I do! Don't tell me I don't cuz I won't listen! I've had enough of mum's nasty comments on how ugly my flabby body is!!! 

Don't tell me I'm not fat. I know I am. 

Don't tell me I look perfectly fine. I know I'm not. 

Don't tell me you like my body. I know you don't. 

Don't tell my I'm great the way I am. I know I'm never gonna be great. Just a sour bitch... 

Oh well. May as well go anorexic... 

Mum set me a target weight. 45kg. She says I have to go on a diet unless I grow taller... With my 153 height she says its the perfect weight. How much do I weigh now? 50kg. I have a LONG LONG LONG way to go...