Call me Kat. 16. Skinny for my senior year is my goal. Ready. Get Set. Here I come.
Call me Kat. 16. Junior. And ready to shed the pounds. I have tried and failed too many times before. I have less than a month to til prom and would really love it is my dress wasn’t skin tight. Even more so I would love to be able to wear shorts on my chorus trip for a change.
I am so sick of having jiggly thighs, and floppy fatty stomach. Change is a necessity. And I think I might actually be successful this time. My lifestyle has changed completely. I no longer live with my mother who was not just abusive but encouraged my complete disgust of my self-image. With my father, I think I can not only have more control over my life, but instil the confidence I have been lacking for years.
I constantly dream of the day I can feel the muscle in my stomachs while my hip bones protrude my skin. When I can pretend to rub my shoulders, when secretly I am feeling my collarbones. Mostly, I will love to see the day, I can comfortably wear the clothing I want and how I want it.
This day will come. Anyone willing to offer encouragement will notice the return of such kindness.