Dear Diary,
Don and I went to the arcade today. It was so exhilarating to even be near him.. to smell him, and feel his warm arms around me. I was smiling so wide my face still hurts as I'm writing this. Sitting outside my house in the car, Don kissed me. I've never been kissed before. His lips were so warm, and I keep touching my lips, remembering the feel of his. I've lost 5 pounds. I'm down to 150. I asked my doctor how much I should weigh, and he said 125. I'm going to get there for Don.
Crystal's funeral is tomorrow. I'm going to show up with Don, wearing a curve-hugging black dress that I never dared to take out the closet before tomorrow. I'm not even big in the middle, my thighs are just big, and my arms are a little bigger than I would like, but I am working my hardest to make sure I get even a little muscled for Don. For Don. For Don. That is my new favorite thing to say. When Mother asks me "Who are you wearing that belly top for?" I say "For Don."
He asked if I ever thought about getting a belly piercing. I told him No. He said I should get one. He also loves the way my deep purple hair looks against my creamy skin. He also loves how I smell like Victoria's Secret Fresh & Clean all the time. Just for him.
For Don.
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