—I'm getting smaller everyday.—

     I'm down to 106lbs, but when I look in the mirror I still see fat. I still see fat that I need to lose. I hate myself for it. I have to be perfect and nobody that's perfect has fat.
     I've noticed people staring at me in school. They point and whisper to each other. I don't know what they're saying, but it makes me feel more insecure. Nobody likes me still. I still have no friends. I must still be too fat. I have to lose more weight. Then I'll be happy and others will like me and I'll have friends.