"Honey, dinner's ready!" My mom, Esme called to me from the bottom of the stairs. Before dinner, I go over to my favorite thing and most hated thing in the house, my scale. I put both feet onto it and shut my eyes 105, 105, 105. But no I can never be that skinny can I? 120. Fucking 120. I'm so fucking fat. Everyone thinks I'm this fucking perfect bodied, vain, supermodel. If only.

"Rosalie get your fat ass down here!" My brother, Edward, called from the bottom of the stairs. If only he knew how much it hurt when he called me that. I walk down the stairs wondering. I need to diet. I walk into the kitchen, my mom made my favorite. Meaty, delicious, Lasagna. 767.6 calories. I walk over to the kitchen table and sit down, my boyfriend Emmett, hands me the dish. I take the smallest amount I could without drawing attention. I take a bite and all I can think is Hey look the fat girl is shoving more food in her mouth. Of course she couldn't go 6 hours without eating what a pig. I can't eat anymore the taste of the food in my mouth is disgusting because of how much I want it. I put it into the napkin that's on my lap. I finish putting it all onto the napkin and I get up.

"May I be excused?" I asked Mom.

"Of course dear just put your plate in the sink." Esme responded glowing about how fast I finished my meal. I ran up stairs into my bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. I walk over to the toilet and look into the water seeing my reflection. I put the toothbrush into my mouth trying to get it as far back as it can go. I throw up the only bite I had at dinner. I clean myself up, and strip for my shower. I look into the mirror at my self and I could almost see the folds of fat on myself. Disgusting pig I thought. I make a vow for myself. I will NOT eat till I weigh 100 pounds. Then I step into the shower to wash off the pig I once was.

Hey all of you I just wanted to let you know that this is a new story I am writing. This is just the preface so that's why it's so short. Let me know if you want more.