I was walking in the subway to get to the metro station today and i saw a vision in black and blue. She had long black hair, and flawless milky skin. She had big brown eyes and teeny tiny waist. Wearing electric blue jeans and light brown boots. With a white loose shirt and a navy blue jacket with gold buttons. She looked enigmatic! Beautiful! That is when a small voice in my head said "I don't want to spend my twenties trapped in a fat suit!"

I want to be beautiful. When i see myself in the mirror i see a pretty, young girl, what people see is a fat plain Jane who doesn't know how to dress right. I decided it was high time i had procrastinated my diet plan enough already and i just had another two months to make the wrong binging into the beautiful girl from within. So this should be the last sad, fat girl post i write. I hope to keep track of my diet from tomorrow morning and start exercising as soon as my legs stop paining. (Another story attached to the last part).

I might make progress since this is a public post and i have to be regular here.