I can’t wait for the day when I step on my scale and smile, because I’ve reached my ultimate goal weight.
I can’t wait for the day I hear the word ‘You’re so skinny!’.
I can’t wait for the day when I physically can’t eat more than a cup of food because I have trained my body to be thin and perfect.
I can’t wait for the day when my body would be enough to inspire others to get thin.
I can’t wait for the day I can use my pictures now and pictures then to show obvious progress.
I can’t wait for the day I get told that I need to ‘eat a burger or something’ because I will know that they are just jealous of how good I look skinny.
I can’t wait for the day that my friends look at me and tell me I look really small and light.
I can’t wait for the day when people much shorter than me can pick me up and tell me I’m super light and easy to carry.
I can’t wait for the day when my stretchmarks and scars look cute on me and show my progress instead of show my poor habits and diet choices.
I can’t wait for the day I can finally press my knees together and still have a massive gap between my thighs.
I can’t wait for the day I can cosplay a character with thigh high socks and not look like a tub of lard shoved into a tube.
I can’t wait for the day when I put on my current clothes and they are practically falling off of me.
I can’t wait for the day I get confessed to because I look so dainty, thin and perfect that no one can resist.
I can’t wait for the day I get a perfect jaw line so sharp that I can probably cut a bitch.
I can’t wait for the day I get perfectly prominent collar bones that only compliment my perfect, long, thin neck.
I can’t wait for the day I can see the slight outline of my ribs just above my breasts.
I can’t wait for the day I can count my ribs from the side and from behind.
I can’t wait for the day I can turn in bed and not have my thighs touch or my stomach flop and roll onto the bed.
I can’t wait for the day that my wrists and ankles are thin and bony like they should be.
I can’t wait for the day that I go to the gym and feel thin and perfect instead of insecure and fat.
I can’t wait for the day that I am skinny and perfect.
I can’t wait for the day that I am weightles
I can’t wait for the day when I step on my scale and smile, because I’ve reached my ultimate goal weight.
I can’t wait for the day I hear the word ‘You’re so skinny!’.
I can’t wait for the day when I physically can’t eat more than a cup of food because I have trained my body to be thin and perfect.
I can’t wait for the day when my body would be enough to inspire others to get thin.
I can’t wait for the day I can use my pictures now and pictures then to show obvious progress.
I can’t wait for the day I get told that I need to ‘eat a burger or something’ because I will know that they are just jealous of how good I look skinny.
I can’t wait for the day that my friends look at me and tell me I look really small and light.
I can’t wait for the day when people much shorter than me can pick me up and tell me I’m super light and easy to carry.
I can’t wait for the day when my stretchmarks and scars look cute on me and show my progress instead of show my poor habits and diet choices.
I can’t wait for the day I can finally press my knees together and still have a massive gap between my thighs.
I can’t wait for the day I can cosplay a character with thigh high socks and not look like a tub of lard shoved into a tube.
I can’t wait for the day when I put on my current clothes and they are practically falling off of me.
I can’t wait for the day I get confessed to because I look so dainty, thin and perfect that no one can resist.
I can’t wait for the day I get a perfect jaw line so sharp that I can probably cut a bitch.
I can’t wait for the day I get perfectly prominent collar bones that only compliment my perfect, long, thin neck.
I can’t wait for the day I can see the slight outline of my ribs just above my breasts.
I can’t wait for the day I can count my ribs from the side and from behind.
I can’t wait for the day I can turn in bed and not have my thighs touch or my stomach flop and roll onto the bed.
I can’t wait for the day that my wrists and ankles are thin and bony like they should be.
I can’t wait for the day that I go to the gym and feel thin and perfect instead of insecure and fat.
I can’t wait for the day that I am skinny and perfect.
I can’t wait for the day that I am weightless.