"I hate myself!",  "I can't stand looking at myself!" .... "I'm disgusting".. I reapeat this to myself every day, but I know it's not right. I'm at the point where I can't take it, I must do something. Stop eating you fat,disgusting girl. Stop being gross, be beautiful..be skinny. So I do. Be that skinny girl, because if I were skinny, I would be pretty. I'll be safe, I promise.

Mom asks me what I want for dinner, but she can't know, no one can. "Nothing, I'm not hungry, I already ate!".. One little lie won't hurt. Every week, I refuse to consume any more ugliness. That chicken, that bread, those steamed vegetables, it's all a big plate of ugly, and I'm done with that. I know I'm helping myself. I'm okay, I promise.

You fat pig! You only lost seven pounds! I'm done with you. Stay fat, stay ugly. I'm done helping you! Please don't leave me, you're all I have. I'm trying..please stay. You're all I have. I cry and cry, but she's gone. I need her back, please.  What more can I do? I'm fine, I promise.

It's been two weeks. Where is she? I need her back, I need to lose more, make her proud. So I do. Every ounce of ugly left, I throw it all out. Is it enough? I kill myself thinking and worrying about where she went everyday on the way to school, that place filled with all the pretty girls. But, I can't do it, I need someone, I need her. I'm good, I promise.

In the halls, I feel my thighs rub against eachother, still. I'm so hungry, but feel so beautiful. Is this what pretty feels like? I look up, and see this girl, she's everything I want to be. Healthy-looking, cute, joyful, full of life, and pretty. What's her secret? I follow, because I've never seen her before. Curiosity. 

She looks at me and smiles. A smile of pity..not kindness. Hello, my name is Chelsea, I'm new here. My name's Chelsea too, welcome! I like this new girl, I want to be her friend so bad. Would you like a snack? I have an extra dollar. No thankyou, I already ate. You sure? You look a bit hungry. I can't believe you eat; you're so pretty. Suddenly, everyone's staring at me in confusion.

Chelsea says she'll text me later because she has basketball practice, she says it's all a part of the fit life. I decide to go to one of her practices. I'm just so curious. How could this girl be so pretty, fit and amazing? She eats, and keeps it in. I want to know her secret, so I invite her to my house.

Hey mom! Meet my new friend Chelsea! Suddenly, Chelsea's gone, and my mom is staring at me. I'm confused. Maybe she's shy. I walk up to my room, and she's back. Maybe she's already met her or ran upstairs. What happened? Did you like my mom? I 've met her before, she's really sweet and caring. She's sometimes too caring, I jokingly say. So why are you so pretty? I eat right, and have fun. Yeah right, you have the perfect body that I would kill for. Are you trying to gain weight? What? No, I'm trying to lose weight, and have a body like yours. But, I'm not anorexic. What are you talking about? Chelsea, look in the mirror, look at yourself. You're so pretty and beautiful; you don't have to do this to yourself. I take a long, deep breath, and take a look. What have I done to myself? I look to the right to thank Chelsea,but she's gone. Chelsea was me.