So last night I went to a party with some friends and this guy I kind of like. I just lost five pounds and I am down to a size two so I looked kind of cute in my jeans and tight yellow top. Besides the fact some drunk guy came and grabbed my booby (which was immedantly followed by my grabbing his arm and cocking his elbow back into the snap posistion) it was a fun night until 4 am when I went to Mc Donalds.
 

Alloted calorie intake for one day 400.

Breakfast and 4 am from Mc Donalds=430!!!! 2 Hashbrowns= 150 each! 430+150+150=730

Plus I had 1 cup of fruit loops and a half cup skim milk which brings my total to 905 which means for today I am on punishment (extra exercises I use to punish myself for going over) and ater today I am fast for three days (except liquid) and along will all my other exercises, I should be plenty tired. I will beat my mody into submission until I lose this weight. I am too fucking fat for this. Oh even though I lost one pound!!!!

Ht-Around 5 ft 3 or 4. Cw-124 BF-27.3 Bw-57.2

Gw-99.

She comes walking up to you, bright smile, brown hair wrapped in a tail. She greets you with open arms and pull syou down the hall way with her arm around your neck. You pass people..men and women..boys and girls.
She opens a door and pushes you in a room full of mirrors, two woman with the same smile come and strip you down.
You stand there infront of hundreds of mirrors..your bra straps sinking into the gooey flesh of your shoulder.
You begin to spin around, and around, and around, the door has disappeared, just mirrors. 
The sound of someone crying jingles down the glass hallways and you begin to run. Every few steps something catches your eye. Pasta, chocolate, dohnuts, food...food..food...it's all food. You follow the cries and come upon a creature. Thin, bones jutting out at all angles. You can see the hair that was once blonde is now dry and cracking, she has kicks on her feet and hands.
Her eyes are near bleeding from of all the dried tears. She looks up at you and in her shaking hand there is a piece of chandy. Throwing the sugary devil across the room you begin to throw up. You throw up all your imperfections, all your wasted time, all your wasted love, all your wated dreams, you purge until there is nothing left. And when you stand, you can see what you were always meant to be...thin....beautiful.

The door opens and the girl is there, leaning against a wall her eyes say shes proud. Her sister shuffles up from the corner and gives you a hug. Together the three of you walk down the hall way, Ana, Mia, and Pam. Because you are proud to now be thin, controled, and beautiful.