To The Beauty.

I feel good, pain feels good.

Haven't eaten anything today. Water keeps me going.

I can't do sit ups anymore, because I have bruises on my lower back.

I started to dance.

The voice says It's not enough, but it understands why I'm not doing sit ups anymore. I promised to start them again, when it didn't hurt so much anymore.

It said I had to start them now, to get beautiful.

I said no.

It said fat whore.