I smiled to myself as I imagined how beautiful I’d finally be as a skinny girl. I had been struggling with my weight for years, and I was determined to do something about it. I had started to cut back on food, and I was sure I was making progress.
But I was wrong. As the days went on, I found myself getting hungrier and hungrier. I was so desperate to lose weight that I was willing to starve myself, but it didn’t seem to be working. I was still the same size.
The hunger pains were getting worse, and I was becoming increasingly weak. I was so desperate to be thin that I was willing to put my health at risk. I knew that I was going down a dangerous path, but I felt like I had no other choice.
I tried to distract myself from the hunger, but it was always there in the back of my mind. I was so desperate to be thin that I was willing to risk my health, but it seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn’t make any progress.
The days went on and the hunger pains got worse. I was so desperate for relief that I was willing to do anything, but nothing seemed to work. I was slowly losing hope.
I was so desperate to be thin that I had put my health at risk, and it seemed like it was all for nothing. I had reached my breaking point, and I knew that I had to make a change. I had to find a way to get healthy, even if it meant giving up my dream of being skinny.