I can’t wait to see people I used to know, those ones from high school who used to see me everyday, used to see the fat me every day. When they see me again I’m gonna be skinny, skinnier than them. Clear skin, nice and tanned, big smile, hair tied up messily but still looking awesome, skinny jeans, white singlet and a little jacket, cardy or vest, minimal make-up because I don’t need it, collarbones and hips protruding. Bag slung over my shoulder, sunnies hooked into my singlet, iPod headphones in one ear, phone in my pocket and coffee or a smoothie in my hand. Looking and feeling as cool as fuck. They’ll comment on my weight and I’ll smile it off; my cheeks no longer chubby. I can see their slight jealousy and I enjoy every second of it. I walk off with a bit of attitude either alone or with the friends I was with. Content to be skinny, wandering by myself. They watch and I know they’re going to be spreading that I lost weight to everyone else from high school. I don’t care. They can all go fuck themselves. I’ve come further than they have and been through things they can’t even imagine.
(Via Skin and bones)
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