PrettyThin

I've always told myself: "It's a new month, i'm definitely going to lose weight!"! I can tell myself the same thing this month, but it only makes me more depressed because it will never happen.

My mother said something to me earlier while my sister was visiting,  *She's 21, 5.0ft, 42kilos (92 pounds)*

"You're sister had your underwear Louise, though i don't know why she had it because it would have kept falling to her ankles!" 

I don't think my mother realised this but that really hurt, but in a strange way, i'm thankful she said it. I didn't eat for the next 3 days.

School is drawing closer and closer, only 4 days left of freedom and happiness left until i'm forced to sit in a room with 26 other students and their hurtful comments. It annoys me how my friends would talk about how they're almost hitting 50kilos and that they're so fat. 

If they think they're fat, i don't want to know what they think about me. I guess all i can do when they talk about weight is sit there and quietly drift into the shadows in hope that no one sees the depression in my eyes.

Even though i say the same thing of the beginning of every month, i know i may be able to finally lose weight with the comments replaying in my head, over and over like a scratched record.