She's an amazing girl. She's extremely pretty but she's not eating properly of late. I say of late, but what I mean by that is the past year or so. She was never fat, always very slender. And more and more so as time goes by.
She wants to be a model, and the saddest thing is that, no matter how beautiful and well balanced she was, she wasn't thin enough. Those moody looking sticks strutting around in Louis Vuitton and Prada would make anyone look fat. Spending so much time immersed in Vogue and desperately wanting to be part of that world, she must conform.
It's so saddening that eating disorders should exist. But, that said, I don't know many girls that wouldn't say "I'd like to lose a few kilos". (hell, I'd love to be thinner, but I have no will-power and I enjoy eating chocolate too much to give it up) And, I know flicking through glossy magazines makes me feel fat and ugly, and fashion ones are the worst. Even the adverts are enough to put you off that packet of chocolate buttons.
...But, anyway, back to what I was saying; tomorrow, sleepover at her house, just me and her. She's always looked out for me when I wasn't feeling very good, and despite a few... rough times, I really love that girl. But, as the cold cow I am, I'm don't ever show it.

