The other night, I was chilling with some friends, thinking about going to this White Party at another campus( Yeah right, when I'm the size of a fucking whale), when one of them held out a pair of white shorts.
Beautiful, teeny-tiny white denim shorts.
My other friend tried them on, after moaning that she wasn't a size 0 anymore. (Of course, everyone else in the room was much, much thinner than me.) And the sight of the 2 pants (26 inch waist) riding effortlessly up her long, lean thighs was fantastic thinspo. Currently I'm a size 8-10.
I have to, have to, HAVE to be able to fit into a size 2. My friend does, and she's TWO whole inches taller than me. I can't even wait for the day when I'm a 0-2.
Guys only like thin girls. Without cellulite or flab. Who can wear the teensiest of white shorts and rock them.
I have to be one of the beautiful girls. I have a pretty face (don't you just hate when everyone says that and then pointedly looks at your flabby body?) and I have to respect myself enough to be pretty all through.
At least it's good - if a tad depressing - thinspo.
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