I want cake.
I want a different body, a different face. I want to be beautiful.
But I'm the fat kid, so I want cake.
I suppose I could always stuff my face and then throw it up later.
I'd be beautiful then right?
Is that what it takes to be pretty?
Must I always destroy myself to be perfect enough for everyone else?
I suppose the cake can wait.
Better yet, never touch it again.
I'll be thin then.
But I'm the fat kid, so I want cake.
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