your alarm wakes you up, and you hastily turn over. the sun glows on your tan skin and your shirt rides up, revealing your small waistline.
you smile and check the date on your phone.
it’s the first day of 2019.
last night you went to a new year party with all of your friends and, for the first time in a while, you felt… good. happy. fulfilled.
you reached your ugw about a week ago, and have been maintaining it ever since. and it shows – boy, it shows.
you are so light that people can pick you up and carry you across the room at ease. everyone was joking about it last night, but instead offeeling insecure about your weight being the topic, you were delighted. because finally, you were proud of it.
you even talked to your crush last night who hadn’t noticed you before. (s)he smiled at you and gave you their number, you’re meeting for coffee in an hour.
also.
that tiny waistline you wished for? it’s even smaller than you expected.
those dainty little wrists and bony hands? they’re yours. when you are bored, you wrap your thumb and pinky around those tiny wrists with room to spare.
that thigh gap? it’s beautiful. perfect. it still exists even when you sit down, even after you’ve eaten. you no longer get chafing everytime you walk.
your ugw looks and feels how you wished
it would and more.
this year is yours. and you don’t even have to work for it – it’s already there. you just get to live. focus on other things. you can feel how great it is.
you made it.
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all this could come true in four months if you just worked for it.