You take up a stringent regiment of exercising. You get so focused with it, that you don’t feel the need to eat as much; you just tend to drink a lot of water instead. This combination you lose the weight in no time, in fact you think you look the better than you ever have before. You’re getting a lot of attention from guys now.

You could still be a little thinner though…

Eventually you forget about joining the cheerleader squad, because you need to focus on yourself looking even better than you do now.

More time passes and you’re thinner, but still not thin enough! You’re still having your period for fuck’s sake! You gotta get some extra help, so you start surfing the net in search of websites that might help.

Eventually you stumble upon one site called the Beauty Of Not Eating Sisterhood and there at last you find people who understand your dilemma! You get all the tips you need from this site and talk to others who give you pointers of how to keep yourself from thinking that you need to eat.

Now you’re looking like an Ethiopian from those “Feed an African” commercials. Guys are still noticing you, but now they’re just thinking how freaky you look, which of course makes you think that you’re still fat…

At this point your parents HAVE finally noticed something different about you and they try to ram food down your mouth, you’d fight back but you’re so damn frail that you faint as soon as you attempt to put up resistance. When you wake up you’re in a hospital bed being force fed through tubes and an IV and some other shit, but you’ll not let them fatter you up! You’ve worked too hard to achieve your perfect body! (Though it COULD be more perfect…) Having a little more strength from your rest and your forced food intact you pull out the IV and tube and attempt to escape…only to promptly collapse on the floor again.

Normally, not much would happen other than you getting a nasty bump on your head, but due to your now brittle skeletal state you end up fracturing your skull on the hard hospital floor and aren’t strong enough to recover from such an injury. You die, but you’ll be happy to know that you easily fit into that size zero dress they buried you in.

The moral of the story?

While nobody likes fat chicks, being a boney ass skeleton isn’t too appealing either. If you think looking like an Auschwitz victim is perfection; then you’re just seriously idiotic.

If you really wanted to look thin, you should’ve just did what most other girls do, make friends with someone fatter than themselves. It’s a lot easier and it makes you feel better about yourself!

And now you know!