day 289

Mum bought a new scale for the bathroom. It's automatic. I hope it's a liar. Yesterday I stepped on the scale for the first time in a few months. 108 pounds. Sad. Last night I stepped on it again. 107 pounds. This morning, I weighed myself again. 106.2 pounds. Skinny fat. One of those fat days. I wonder when all my curves and woman came in. Knocked me upside the head like plastic surgery and now I'm a tiny Asian girl with big tits and a round ass. Mum is four foot nine and round. She's plump. She doesn't like to take pictures. This morning I went for a run. It's hard to go fast when your body jumps out of its skin at you. When I lay down with a little lover, my chest kisses my own neck. Curvy is beautiful, I guess. But not when you're not used to it. My older sister is about two inches shorter than me and she weighs ninety pounds. I hate being the big sister.