8:30 a.m.
I open my eyes slowly, blinking parts of the sunlight away. It’s early. I sigh, realizing I won’t be able to fall back to sleep. Yet, I’m not disappointed because I feel well-rested. Slowly, I push my feet out from under me. My legs stretch to the floor, and I tilt my head. “Hm, you look smaller today.”
I smile, a bit of pride swelling inside of me. With the sun on my back, I walk to the bathroom, swinging the door open and immediately catching glimpse of the scale. After I use the restroom, I pad over to the small-silver platform.
I take a deep breath and wait as the number shines on the screen.
“Are you serious.” I say out loud, unable to hold my tongue. I am two pounds under the ultimate goal weight I set for myself just six months ago. I’m almost crying. I step off and step on one more time, just to make sure.
My eyes do not deceive me. I turn to the mirror and start to run my fingers over my body.
My collarbones are jutting with a force. My thighs do not touch any longer. If I stretch up enough, the tips of my ribs show, just the way I like it. I turn to the side, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me from the front.
I’m soon met with a slim figure staring back at me. My stomach interlocks with my hips. They are one. There is no distinction between the two, and I realize I am flat.
I run my fingers over my arms, squeezing my tiny wrists and shaking my head.
It’s unbelievable, but I see it in front of me.
Quietly, I go back into my bedroom and grab my cell phone. I open the Tumblr app and lightly tap the words,
“I did it.”
