She pinched the soft springy fat that clung to the underside of her arm.
There was so much of it that she could pull it down 6 cm. It was as if the further she could stretch the fat, the further her passion for life stretched away. Her body was her cage, and it held her back from flying into the sunset of love.
So one day she decided to try and pry the bars of her cage away so that she could find a minuscule amount of peace.
Fatty daytime snacks turned into healthy ones.
Large portioned meals were corrected into average ones.
Exercise was introduced daily.
Vitamin pills were taken in a healthy dosage.
After many months of embarking on her journey of pursuing freedom, people were nicer to her and boys started liking her. She stood in front of the mirror, and pinched the fat under her arm. The fat now only stretched 4 cm down. But she still wanted skinny arms so she continued and,
Fatty daytime snacks turned into no snacks at all.
Large portioned meals were corrected with portions fit for a little child.
Exercise was invading.
Vitamin pills were replaced with diet pills.
And after a year of embarking on her journey of pursuing freedom, people were jealous of her and boys became her slaves. She stood once again in front of the dreaded mirror, and pinched the fat under her arm. The fat now only stretched 1 cm down. She looked like a normal girl, but she still wanted that gap between her legs so she continued and,
Daytime snacks became daytime bursts of high intensity exercise.
Portioned meals turned into portioned diet pills.
Food was no option,
And it was consumed only to be discarded through the wrong oriface of her body moments later.
And after years of embarking on her journey of pursuing freedom, people felt sorry for her and boys told her to fuck off because they liked girls not boys. She stood for the last time in front of the dreaded mirror, and pinched the fat under her arm. There was none, only brittle bone and rubber skin. Her arms were finally skinny. And what about her thigh gap? It was a gaping hole that a child could fall through if they attempted to sit on her lap. Her ribs had shed away their sheepishness and arisen to the surface of her skin, creating an impression of deep waves crashing against her now non-existent breasts. All the soft springs of her body turned into brittle bones and plastic skin.
She looked at herself, still unhappy because of the fact that her bones were not skinnier. And she attempted to pry the last bar of her cage open.
One day, her impersonation of a skeleton morphed into more than an impersonation.
She was finally free of her body and her cage.
