Try.

"If you could be anyone in the world, famous or not, who would it be?" I asked myself.

"Easy," I reply, "David Romano's girlfriend."

I look up to my mirror and begin to laugh. Not even in your dreams, will you be David Romano's girlfriend. My unattended, dirty blonde mess, or as other girls call it, hair, was everywhere; my face, my head, in the air, sticking up. Everywhere. My manly shoulders slumped down with my depression, my anorexic body begging for food to add onto my curvy hips and bum and breasts.

"No," I say to my body, "food will make me fat, and I don't want to be fat again. Not ever,"

After both of my patents were killed in a car accident, I was put into adoption, and was adopted two days later. I was five. I was in perfect shape, but that's because my parents weren't aware of my eating disorder. No one else. My body made me gain weight like crazy. It thought every meal was a Thanksgiving meal, adding double the calories to my body, and increasing my weight rapidly. I couldn't do nothing about it. In seventh grade, I weighed 180. I'm a junior in high school and now I weigh 105. Growing up, I ended up being tall and grew tall quickly, and even did sports to help lose weight, but I wasn't satisfied. Being 105 now, I still have the stretch marks from growing tall...tall in my family anyway. I am 5'6".

David wants a tall, athletic, skinny girl. You're not an athlete, so you can't have him. You suck at sports..you know that. You'll never match up to his perfect girlfriend. My head voices, the closest thing I had to a friend, were telling the truth. All the girls looked up to Stephanie Taylor in school. Her long brown hair, healthy as ever, light brown eyes, long eyelashes, carmel skin, and perfect body were...perfect. She had it all, which is why David was dating her. She cheers, he plays football. She plays basketball, he plays baseball. Perfect. There's just one thing. Stephanie may be perfect, but she's a slut, and even David knows. She parties, has sex, and repeats. David does his homework, studies, sleeps, and repeats. Why David is still dating her, I'll never know. One thing I do know, is that I don't stand a chance with someone so flawless. His blonde hair, blue eyes, tallllllllll, perfect body, athletic, and funny...mezmorizing.

Sometimes, I laugh at my own jokes... I think to myself. Oops. I'm never sure of myself. I'm no where near perfect. If I want to get to David, however, I'm just going to have to try.

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