Dear Diary,
I went over to Olivia's house today, after returning from my biological dad's house, and she looks so beautiful!
I'm standing in front of the long stretched mirror with her, and she looks so tall and lean. She's 5'5, and now she's 110 pounds. She gazes at me with her icy blue eyes and blurts, "No offence Kenna, but did you even stay on track?"
Okay. Ouch. I mean, yes diary, I did go for jogs. But did it really make much of difference? I'm 5'0, 120 pounds, and my best friend looks like the next local supermodel. She's 10 pounds LIGHTER than me! And she's 5 inches taller. Diary, Olivia looks amazing in that bikini she bought. Her bronze curves fit perfectly in the yellow stringy pattern. There is no flaws, no cellulite, no tummy fat. And then there's me, the fat friend in the mirror.
If I want to have a body like my best friend, I'll have to be 100 pounds. She's taller than me, so it's only reasonable.
After Olivia had made that comment, she looks at me with pity. And comes up to hug me in her pretty bikini. "There, there, Kenna. You're body is just..stubborn. We'll get there. How about we make a food tracking book?"
Diary, I'm not one for diets, but if I want to achieve my 100 pound goal, I'm going to have to do what I have to.
Sincerely
Kenna
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