It begins today.
I will be hip bones and rib bones, I will be thighs that don't touch and arms that don't jiggle.
I'm done carrying around this filthy fat. I refuse to do it for any longer.
Every old best friend will be jealous and every ex boyfriend will start calling again.
And I will be ready for my 21st birthday. For my career as a hairstylist.
If I'm going to be backstage at fashion week I need to be super model thin. Anything else is unacceptable.
When I'm thin, the world will be handed to me.
It begins today.
