What I look forwards to when I’m skinny:
•The only time my clothes will have more than one (1) digit, is when they say ‘xs’ or ‘xxs’.
•The shocked looks on people I’ve not seen in ages. On my hair dresser, on teachers, on aunties, uncles, cousins, friends.
•For people to double takes.
•People to not recognise me at first, because I’ve always been the fat kid.
•To be able to sit on peoples laps, be picked up, lay on someones, push someone into a bed/seat as a joke and use all my weight, and for them to be shocked at how light I am, how little I weigh.
•To buy new clothes that I never would have worn, or cut my hair a way I never would with my fat face.
•To buy nice/cute/sexy lingerie/underwear.
•To not be ashamed of showing people my body.
•To not flinch and suck in when my boyfriend touches my waist or stomach.
•To feel confident and sexy and beautiful when I get undressed in front of my boyfriend for the first time.
•To rock a bikini in front of my friends when we go swimming/in my hot tub.
•To be comfortable getting changed in the changing rooms at school.
•To want pictures of myself taken, to not shy away from them, to know I look good from every angle.
•To be able to borrow my friends clothes because I’d be the smallest out of everyone- shortest, and skinniest- instead of people still being able to wear my clothes, despite the fact I am the shortest (5”1) and the second shortest friend is 5”7.
•To wear oversized/baggy/men’s clothes and have them look cute on me, not messy. To emphasise how small I am, rather than a messy, fat slob.
•To people thinking its cute and funny when this tiny girl goes to McDonalds or a restaurant and is faced with a huge burger or meal, rather than another fat slob stuffing their face.
•To have thin, dainty fingers.
•To have my friends actually fucking worry when I skip one (1) meal, than no one give a shit when I told them I’d not eaten for eighty (80) hours.
•For the boy who said he could never see me skinny to eat his words.
•For the people to laugh at the idea of calling me skinny or pretty to take it all fucking back.
•To my boyfriend not be the guy “dating the fat girl.”
•So my friend stops saying she doesn’t want pictures with me because I’m too fucking ugly.
•So my friend doesn’t call me curvy, then say how curvy is just a “nice word” for fat.
•To make people wonder “how the fuck did she do that.”
•To enjoy feeling small and dainty compared to all my friends.
•To people calling me the small, cute, delicate friend.
•So I don’t burn with shame whenever I do sports.
•To get back into horse riding and not feel like I’m crushing the god damn horse.
•To be light and swift on my feet, and to step and move silently.
•To be able to wear cute clothes- knee/thigh highs, short shorts, brallettes as tops.
•To be able to grip my hip bones.
•To trace each one of my ribs.
•For my shoulder blades to look like little wings.
•For the killer jawline I know I’d have.
•The gap between me and my panties stretched over my jutting hip bones.
•To not recognise any hunger anymore.
•To know I have control. If I gained anything back, I’d be skinny enough it would hardly be noticeable, and I’d trust myself enough to drop it off again.
•For the prominent collar bones.
•Tiny wrists.
•Rock long, silky hair or cute short styles.
•To not make my thighs touch, no matter how hard I tried.
•For slender legs and ankles.
•For my facial features to look bigger.
•To make strangers on the street stop and stare.
•To shop in places made for skinny girls.
•To go out on walks, climb trees, hop walls, explore abandoned places, climb rooftops, and be cute and adventurous, not a huffing slug.
•To not fear people touching me.
•To not be embarrassed to eat anything, let alone large portions/sugary things/sweets.
•To love myself and my body.
•To have finally fucking done it.

