picture this:
you walk into a quaint coffee shop. the welcoming bell rings. people look up to see who’s arrived and you detect jealousy in their eyes. they’re looking at your beautifully thin legs, prominent collarbones, tiny waist. they admire you, wish they could be you. you order a green tea and sit down with it, opening your book. your thin fingers turn the pages, dainty wrists peeking out of the orange sweater that hangs on you perfectly. it hugs you only where you want it to hug, it’s loose near your waist; everything is and isn’t it wonderful? you cross your thin ankles, proud that you can feel bone when you do. you tuck a piece of hair that fell out of your bun and look up, locking eyes with the cute boy from your school. he gives you a double take, having not seen you outside of your hideous school uniform before. you smile a little and then go back to reading. soon you feel a tap on your shoulder. it’s him. he wants to sit by you. you! of course, you let him and you two strike up a conversation. he compliments you on your weight loss, telling you how good you look. you giggle as he plays with your hands. when you’re both done with your drinks, he asks if you want to hang out with him. as you walk out hand in hand with him, you know that this is why you starved. for the love, the jealousy, the perfect life.
since my other imagine did so well, i thought i’d give it another try. let me know if you want me to keep making them. ❀
