Darkthorn’s Blog

All those layers were making me look fat. I looked int othe mirrow. It had already taken me more than half and hour to get dressed this dar and have a shower. I was yet to address the problem of my hair too. Perhaps if I was thinner I could still be warm, as well as not being a shapeless mass.

I shrugged off my jumper and pulled the two Ts I had been wearing off. I doubted that my date would get any further past my outer defeces. My round down-syndrome face, muddy brown eyes and mousey hair were the least of my problems. I would wear my cute singlet if it killed me. Being cold would help get rid of the fat too, burnt up for energy. My size 8 jeans were getting snug too. Aim for this winter would have to be getting down to size 6.

Mom called me from the front door. “Your date’s here.”

He was early. Quickly I tumbled my hair into a ponytail and flicked my finger through the front of it. Why did he have to be so early? I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t match his hansome face nor his well toned body. I briefly considered adding some makeup, but that had ended badly last time.

I opened my bedroom door to see him stnading there, flanked by my mother. He was just as thin as I remembered.