I stared in the mirror, my shirt pulled up so my stomach was visable. I poked and prodded and turned, trying to find an angle that made it look slimmer.

"If only I could be thinner," I thought. "Then everyone would notice me. I would get the lead role in ballet, I would be popular, the guys would notice me and I wouldn't get the 'looks' down the hallway."

I pulled my shirt down and sighed troubledly. I longed to look like my best friend Simone. She was beatiful. With her long, wavy, brown hair, shining green eyes, long legs and perfect body. The boys all loved her and she never even noticed.

She keeps telling me I'm beautiful, but I know she's just trying to make me feel better. I can see it in her eyes. It's that look of lying. The look like, 'You aren't skinny, but I know it's what you want to hear so I'll tell you that you are.'

I poked at my stomach one last time and gave a determined look in the mirror. I owed it to myself. I was going to be thin. I was going to be beautiful, no matter what the cost.

Chapter one will be up shortly! Tell me what you think of it so far.

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