Going to read for a while soon so here’s a quick meanspo x
Look at your thighs. No, really look at your thighs. Focus on all that fat hanging off your fragile frame. Focus on the glutinous fat swallowing your would-be perfect, skinny legs if it wasn’t for your disgraceful self restraint. Who would want to be a fat cow like you? Think about it. That’s right, no one. Because you are a failure. A fat, miserable failure. So put down that food. You don’t need it. Your crush can live without it, so can you. Imagine being as good, as skinny, as likeable as them. Imagine laughing in the faces of every ill-worded person you ever came across. All you need to do is stop thinking about what you want and what you need.
You WANT food. You WANT to have friends. You WANT your crush to love you for the fat shit that you are but…. you NEED to stop eating. You NEED to be skinny. You NEED to be as good as everyone else if you want happiness.
So choose. A short, depressing life of fat, food and loneliness. Or skinny jeans and crop tops, bikinis and lingerie, a small waist and small legs, lots of friends and everyone admiring your smoking’ body.
Again, look at your thighs. No, really look at your thighs. Do you choose food or skinny?
