She dug her knuckles into her aching stomach. Hunger aside, she was feeling okay, but she knew eventually one of her family members would find out about this and make her quit. Until then, she wanted to become the perfect size. The exact weight of that size she didn’t know, but she figured she would eventually get there. Especially with a possibility of a date, she couldn’t ruin it by eating something now. She just knew she’d gain like 10 pounds if she ate tonight, and tomorrow her dress wouldn’t fit.
In order to get her mind off it, she started to paint. The scent of the paint took away the pain for a moment, numbing her head as she splotched colors in to do a quick doodle-type painting of her crush in her heavy-weight sketchpad.
“Not just for me. For everyone,” she whispered softly, as she took a gulp from her water bottle.