I want to lose this excess flesh that makes me feel so s**less and ugly. I'm so obese no-one can look at me. 'Elle' - you are my God, 'Marie-Clare', 'Cosmo', thank you 'Seventeen' for teaching wrong from right. the less I weigh the more I starve myself. Exercise to love my thighs. This diet is k**ing me but everyone's telling me "look like this and you'll be happy". I want to be happy. I want to be so beautiful. Just food is obscene - a cause to vomit, a waistline sacrifice. Half the girls my age disgust me with their tragic obsessions. Crisps, chocolate and sweets are not the food that eight year olds should eat to be s**y and think. Repulsion begins when I see myself.