You'd Never Dream of Breaking This Fixation

The Reasons Behind the Madness.

This.

So that you can try on clothes without wanting to stay in the fitting room, curl up into a ball, and die.

So that any photograph taken of you from any angle will look good.

So that you won’t be the fattest girl out of all your friends.

So that boys will think of you as girlfriend potential, not that funny girl who’s kind of chubby.

So that all your old expensive clothes fit again.

So that your cheek bones will resurface.

Because skinny girls can get away with making any face, wearing any outfit, or having any hairstyle.

So that you don’t look like a messy slob with no self control.

So that your friends respect you for something other than the fat, funny, goofy loser who couldn’t possibly be their competition.

So that your arm flab doesn’t spread out when you rest your arms on your side.

So that pool parties aren’t a horrific nerve-racking occasion where you are constantly toting around a towel but everyone knows what you are covering.

So that people whisper about how skinny you’ve gotten behind your back.

So that you when you sit, no matter what you’re wearing, your stomach remains one flat and perfect board.

So that you never have to worry about your disgusting love handles oozing over the edges of your too-tight pants.

So that you can rush out of the house in jeans and a t-shirt and look like a model.

So that you don’t look like a fat little kid anymore.

So that you make your parents proud instead of being their fat-ass daughter without any self control.

So that your boyfriend will be proud to show your photo, or you, off to his friends.

So that you can wake up in the morning without trying on a million and a half outfits and looking fat in each one.

So that when someone asks, “Who’s insert your name here?” The answer is, “That really skinny chick.”

So that your self-control and your amazing discipline shines through for everyone to see.

So that when you’re drunk at a party you don’t have to worry about your shirt riding up and everyone being exposed to your disgusting fat rolls.

So that there is a space between your legs.

So that the shorter the shorts, the better.

So that you’ll be referred to as the pretty one.

So that he can hoist you over his shoulders with ease.

So that he can tickle you without you feeling like he’s fondling your rolls.

So that your collar bones could poke an eye out.

So that your hip bones will hurt people when you hug them.

So that your stomach goes straight from stomach to bikini area, no little fat protrusion at the bottom in between.

So that no matter what angle, or how hard you try, it is physically impossible for you to have more than one chin.

So that your shoulder blades are literally blades.

So that nobody even remembers that girl you used to be.

So that you’re delicate and graceful.

So that anybody who’s ever teased you, called you fat, called you ugly, called you a bitch will see you and think how they were so wrong.

So that he, the boy who broke your heart, will look at you now and think, “Wow, I made a mistake.”

So that when people do see you eat they will not be thinking, “Put down the fork fat ass.”

So that your animal counterpart will be a gazelle, not a cow.

To prove yourself, to rub it in all their faces.

So that when you try on your friends’ clothes they’re too big.

So that being however weird, crazy, or out there you are is acceptable because you’ll look good doing it.

Because who wants a fat daughter, best friend, or girlfriend?

So that you’re better than her.

So that everything is finally perfect.

Or so that at least you’re perfect when nothing else is.

So you’ll be that girl.

Because EVERYTHING about your life will be better when you are finally, finally skinny.