June 26, 2012.
Today is my Day One. Day One of being thin. Day One of being beautiful. Day One of happiness. Day One of accepting myself. Day One of fitting in. Day One of being anorexic.
Just imagining it makes me smile. Goodbye cellulite, chubby arms, and muffin tops. Hello legs that don't touch in the middle, slender arms, jawline, and flat stomach.
I'm so sick and tired of feeling so...disgusted with myself. I don't even like going out in public anymore because I think people stare at my fat. I can't wait for the day when I'm finally thin, and everyone congratulates me on losing weight. Girls will be jealous and guys will want me.
My parents keep telling me to get a job. And truthfully, I really do want a job. I've had one before, and I love working. But right now, I'm hideous. How can I expect anyone to hire me when my stomach fluffs over the top of my pants and my legs jiggle when I walk? Who would want me working in their restaurant or store?
Plain and simple, beauty sells. And skinny is beautiful. Skinny is flawless. When I'm thin, I'll fit into all of these gorgeous clothes and I won't feel so huge anymore. No more fat hanging on me like a parasite. I'll feel so, free. So light. People will be able to pick me up and swing me around. It makes my heart pound, thinking about how happy I'll be.
People will tell me, it's not something you decide to do. It's a disorder, something you can't control. But that's what anorexia is. My depression, and this anxiety about food and appearance is what's controlling the start of anorexia. I'm just conscious of it happening.