// Month of June, month of change. //
Stomach growling. Taste buds itching. Her hunger grows with every second, but her strength and stubborn mindset refuses to budge. She was tired: tired of being called fat by her mother, best friend, and society, tired of not doing enough to offset the ridicules, and tired of not being able to love her own body image. The exercises and fruit smoothies were not working. Cutting down on meals didn’t work, neither did eating smaller portions.
Would it have worked if she continued the routine for another month? She didn’t know. She didn’t care; she wanted results now.
She wanted to stop eating altogether; in fact, anorexia seemed quite appealing to her. It made things easier. She would no longer have to cook for herself, and, furthermore, she would no longer have to worry about spending unnecessarily. But people worry too much and too easily. There is a balance that she must maintain: eating just enough to prevent eyebrows from raising and less enough to physically starve her body.
Fasting became an option. Actually, fasting became her decision. Three bowls of rice with unlimited refills on green tea and fruits everyday for one month. She demands results; whether or not she obtains the result she wants, only time will tell.





