Thighs

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If your thighs meet, you’re too fat. I’ll just eat the apple at lunchtime and leave the cheese sandwich Mum packed, which is 261calories. I need a gap between my thighs, like the girls on my websites. They look amazing.

Mr Havers is on about our new textbook on the Third Reich. I keep imagining breakfasts. Bacon melting the butter in soft white bread. Typical fat greedy cow with thighs squishing together.

I turn the page. There’s a girl lying there with perfect separated thighs. Really, properly slim. Then it hits me. My girl’s a body, thrown on a pile.