Your POV
Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of my forehead, exhaustion filled me as I collapsed to the ground, panting hard. I had been excersising for 5 hours straight now, ignoring my grumbling stomach that bothered me for food. Tiredness made me want to give up, but I couldn't. Not now. I could not afford to return to my old pig-ish self who laid around lazily, not giving a thought on my body or how I looked.
Wow her body is so nice.
I wish I had muscles like hers.
Totally on my dating list.
Check her out! She's my type.
Earlier that day, I had smiled and acknowledged those comments. My popularity rate boosted sky high at school and on social media. Going on a strict diet and going to the gym everyday for extended periods paid off. I was willing to work harder and continue.
The notification bell on my phone rang. Dashing over to it, I snatched it up. I had gotten a new comment on one of my posts.
'She has gotten fitter but her face is still ugly.'
'Agreed. She should get plastic surgery.'
My hands shook as I closed the app which my life depended on. My exercise was not enough. I needed plastic surgery to look more beautiful.
Scrolling through the countless good reviews, I felt satisfied with my research. I clicked on the link, excited.
Friday, 1pm slot
Plastic surgery
Making you look beautiful, your desire.
