Think Thin

I flipped through the channels as if it were an art, slowing down at all of the weight loss commercials. The women all looked happy with their "results", they were all fit and smiling. I couldn't help but envy them. "I wish I looked like that. Why am I so fat? I hate myself." My thoughts made me angry, because they had made me realize that it was my fault I looked the way I did. I turned off the T.V. and looked at my phone.

One New Message From: Ben flashed up at me. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. "Hey. What's up?" I answered back with "Nothing much. Wbu?" hoping to seem nonchalant. I put my phone back in my pocket and got up from the couch. I went to the kitchen instantly and opened the freezer. I reached for a fudge bar. My phone buzzed and I flipped it open to see it was a message from Ben. Once I saw his name I put the fudge bar back and slammed the freezer door shut. I mentally hit myself for trying to eat. I was going to look like those girls on the commercial, even if it meant killing myself.