Sure, you’re hungry now. Sure, that chocolate cake looks fucking good. And yes, you’re 100 pound best friend can eat anything she wants, without exercising it off or throwing it up. You, can’t. So shut up. Don’t give in to the food. You don’t need it. You don’t want it. Maybe you want the cake, but you don’t want the fat stomach. The thighs that touch. The collar bones that don’t show. You don’t want it.