Strict is my diet.
I must not want. It maketh me to lie down at night hungry. It leadeth me past the confectioners. It trieth my willpower. It
leadeth me in the paths of alteration for my figure's sake. Yea, though I walk through the aisles of the pastry department,
I will buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening. The cakes and the pies, they tempt me. Before me is a table set with green
beans and lettuce. I filleth my stomach with liquids, my day's quota runneth over. Surely calorie and weight charts will follow
me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever.
I believe in control,
the only force mighty enough to bring order to the chaos that is my world. I believe that I am the most vile, worthless and
useless person ever to have existed on this planet, and that I am totally unworthy of anyone's time and attention. I believe
that other people who tell me differently must be idiots. If they could see how I really am, then they would hate me almost
as much as I do. I believe in oughts, musts, and shoulds as unbreakable law to determine my daily behavior. I believe in perfection
and strive to attain it. I believe in salvation through trying just a bit harder than I did yesterday. I believe in calorie
counters as the inspired word of god, and memorize them accordingly. I believe in bathroom scales as an indicator of my daily
successes and failures. I believe in hell, because I sometimes think I am living in it. I believe in a wholly black and white
world, the losing of weight, recrimination for sins, the abnegation of the body, and a life ever fasting.