thinspiration

I tore a picture out of the Garnet Hill catalog last night.

"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked me.

I showed him the picture. "This is my goal," I told him. "I'm going to look like this."

"You're going to look like that?" His eyes were practically popping out of his head.

"Well, I'll still have my face," I told him. And then I thought, as if he had even noticed her face.