This is my obsession. I look at pretty, thin girls and feel sorry for myself because I can never be as perfect as they are. I stay up night thinking of ways to starve and not get caught doing it. I think of things to do, like throw up or take laxatives, but then again, no. I do throw up sometimes and when I don't, I cut. I can feel the fat on my body. I can feel the people staring at me as I walk past them. I can feel every inch of me jiggle, and move, and bounce, with every move and step I make. I can feel them stare.
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