One was size zero.
The other was size double zero.
The monster inside her head said, that's the first target, lardass. It's all about the numbers. Zero is nothing. Zero is empty. Zero is what you are and so zero is what you must be.
After all. As we all know, in tennis, zero is love.
Today she tried on the size zero.
The monster inside her head screamed in protest. He breathed fire and burned her from the inside out.
NO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE YOU ARE TOO FUCKING FAT THEY WILL NOT FIT YOUR FAT ASS DON'T --
Much like Cinderella's glass slipper, it fit.
The monster inside her head was shocked into silence.
For about three seconds.
You FAT FUCKING WHORE DO YOU THINK THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH?? IS THIS WHY YOU ATE SO MUCH TODAY?? BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE DONE?? YOU SELF INDULGENT LITTLE SLUT. THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR BREAKING THE RULES.
The monster wasn't lying.
The monster never lies.