You’re shopping with your mom. She decided you need some new clothes. Because of your weightloss all of you clothes are to big. At first it was cute, sweaters that used to be tight became oversized in a sexy way. It made your tiny frame clear. But now you don’t have any pants or t-shirts that fit well.
That fact and she thought you deserved a shopping day. You started to workout. You started to get better at your workouts.
You studied you’re ass off lately and aced all your tests ever since. You’ve gotten more confidence and dare to speak up. You’ve gotten more attention. The popular group noticed you. You already hang out with them daily. They’re actually nice and friendly and caring. They make you feel good. Confident. Happy. Entiteld. Like you’re supposed to be with the prettiest girls and the hottest boys. Like this is where you belong.
Your parents were so happy you made new friends, you’re grades went up and you started working out. They are proud of you.
You pick out some of the smallest sizes and you’re happily suprised to see that all the pretty clothes you wanted actually are in your size.
When you put on your first outfit, just a skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt, and you step out of the dressing room, your mothers jaw drops.
She said she knew you’ve gotten skinnier, but with the clothes you’re wearing know,
the smalls and extra-smalls, your body is
head turning, eye catching and jaw dropping.
Your ankels are dainty. Your calves are elegant. Your thighs don’t touch. Your arms don’t wiggle. Your watch slids down your arm because your arms are as thin as your wrists. Your thight shirt makes your flat stomach visible. Your boney shoulders. The collarbones you’ve always dreamed of.
The cheekbones you love to stare at. The jawline sharper than you could ever imagine. A clear face by just washing it every morning and evening. Eyes that are proud to look at the reflection in the mirror.
You mom decides you need a whole new wardrobe. You are a new person now.
Better. Skinnier. Thinner. Prettier. Smarter. Stronger. Popular. Noticed. Loved.
And a perfect girl deserves a perfect closet.
