I looked at myself in the mirror. I loathed my body. My eyes travelled from my fat legs to my fat thighs to my fat belly to my frowning face. I felt the tear run down my cheek, it was warm and discomforting.
My stomach ached for food but i refused. I was strong now. I pulled on my clothes and went to the kitchen.
Dan had left a plateful of food, next to it a note "please eat, love dan" i smiled. A pang of
guilt ran through me as i threw the bagel in the bin scattering crumbs as i went as part of my act.
Tempation would never get the better of me anymore. Soon i'd be slim. I'd live up to societys idea of beauty....
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