We Can Save Ourselves, We Don't Need Your Help, You Can't Stop Us

You know what's annoying? Going on a three day fast and not losing any weight. That's annoying. So I figure my metabolism isn't working right because when you fast it slows way way down. To try and fix it I went to the store and got some fruits, veggies, and Healthy Choice soup (which lets be honest, is broth with speckles of real food in it). I'm going to just eat that shiz for a few days. Not many calories, but should boost my metabolism back up by luring my body into a false sense of security. Make it think its going to continue getting food. Silly, silly body.




I seriously see my body as the enemy. I plot. I strategize against it. I research ways to break it down until it is nothing. Til I am nothing. Because until that happens I am going to stay the girl with the pretty face with the body that doesn't match. Seriously. I'm not being conceited. I never thought of myself as pretty til my friends told me I have a pretty face.



"Once you slim it down you will be beautiful. Absolutely stunning."




If these people had any idea... Any notion of what those words create. It sickens me that my friends think about these things. How many times have they looked at me and thought "That's a shame... What a waste of a face."



Fuck.

Metabolism, you'd better effing start up, because this girl needs a fast. Soon.

I need to save my face, right? Friends?