Imagine
Imagine your tiny little waist. Fitting your hands around your stomach and struggling to find jeans tight enough to stay up.
Imagine your thighs. Not touching for days until you finally cross your legs. Imagine forgetting the feeling of your thighs touching eachother.
Imagine your shins being unable to hold up socks. Knee highs gliding over your legs and lower thighs without touching an ounce of fat.
Imagine your hip bones. Not only being visable, but being the largest part of your torso. Wearing skin tight dresses that don’t come out at the stomach, but rather the two bones that causes every other persons heart to break in envy.
Imagine your arms. Fitting one hand, finger to finger, around the largest part of them. Wearing tight, long sleeved shirts that look like they must be a men’s size large from how baggy they look on you.
Imagine your dainty hands. Long, slim fingers with delicate wrists to match. How graceful they will look, instead of like sausage rolls, when you type and fiddle.
Imagine your back and collar bones. Finally free from all the fat you’ve had to carry. Being able to feel the sunlight inside your bones, being able to count every bone with ease.
Finally, imagine your face. Imagine high and sharp cheekbones that you used to suck your cheeks in pretending to have. Imagine your jawline, your big eyes, and your tiny nose.
Now ask yourself again if you really want to eat.

