You sit down at your vanity, all your makeup laid out neatly. Glancing into the soft lit mirror, you notice your prominent cheekbones, clear skin, and long lashes.
You’re already dressed in a black lace romper. Cinched at your tiny waist, of course. High heeled booties accentuate your pin thin legs. Crossing your legs, you finish your makeup with a winged eye liner and a red lip. Classy, simple, beautiful. Everything you are now that you’ve actually hit your goal weight. And perfect timing, am I right?! A few days before your birthday!
But today’s the big day. You have plans with a few of your closest friends for a small gathering at your favorite tapas bar. That’s all your tiny tummy can handle lately, small dainty bites.
You’re still sitting at your vanity, spraying Dior perfume along your visible collarbone and on your thin jewelry adorned wrists, when your friend texts you. Time to head out!
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The restaurant is chic and is a known haunt for models and celebrities. The group orders a sampling of tapas, you have a few, can’t be drinking on an empty tummy, but not too much. you have so much self control. Jealous eyes glaze over when you smile and laugh a musical laugh. They’re looking at your new body and asking, ‘…how the hell did she do it?’
Another friend flat out says ‘you look perfect, like, actual perfection’
You already know that, you’ve finally reached perfection.
The clock strikes midnight, and you’re finally a year older. You’re simply getting more and more beautiful with age. Happy birthday, doll.
You raise your champagne glass and a delicate, knowing, smile dances across your lips.
