ignore the surroundings of my floor lol
imagine thinspo 10.1.18
upon request from @my-golden-rose (sorry it’s so late babe that paper was killing me) but here it goes!
in the pale morning light, you sigh.
shy golden rays make themselves at home in the spaces between your blinds. you lay buried under your three favorite blankets, surrounded by the six or seven pillows you love making a nest of. your eyes open just a bit, vision adjusting lazily to focus on the clock.
8:23 a.m., the morning of february 14.
you blink slowly, stretching and preparing to roll over and sleep more before realization hits you like a train: today is valentine’s day, you have a handsome date for brunch and you’re half an hour late waking up.
adrenaline kicks in almost immediately as you leap out of the bed. your long, dark hair is messy from sleep but still serves as quite the frame for your porcelain, angular face. you run into the bathroom and turn on the shower, moving to the mirror to brush your hair while the water heats up. large green eyes sleepily watch from beneath dark lashes as you work on your hair. sharp cheekbones, a defined jaw, and slender cheeks make for the perfect face you’d wished and worked hard for over the course of the last 6 months.
you pull your shirt off over your head and are greeted with the reflection of perfection – smooth, umblemished skin, sharp collarbones, defined waist. you’ve always had wide hips, but they frame a thigh gap better than any thinspo you’ve seen. your thighs stay centimeters apart at all times, even with feet and knees together. you turn to the side and admire the flatness of your toned stomach and the perfect curve of your butt. your hair falls to about halfway down your spine, and when you pull it back a long, elegant neck is exposed.
you shower quickly and run to your room as soon as you’re finished, leaving wet footprints behind you. you dry your hair in record time and do your makeup in a similar fashion. you do, however, take a little time to admire yourself once you’ve finished your routine of subtle contours and highlights with a bit of eyeshadow and mascara. since you’ve lost weight, you’ve worn less and less makeup. your natural beauty shines spectacularly now that a double chin and chubby cheeks can no longer dull it.
as for your outfit, you pull on a pair of distressed light-wash, high-waisted levi’s and thread a dark brown belt through the loops. it’s the smallest size you could find, but you still had to make a new hole in it to fit your slim figure. you put on a small white bralette and a gray crop top sweater of the same size. brown ankle boots finalize your look and you put on a few rings and two necklaces.
the clock now reads 9:48. a knock sounds from the front door down the hall and your heart races. you gather all your things and turn to look in the full-body mirror once more before you leave. you could almost cry at what you see: a confident, smart, skinny, beautiful young lady that could have come straight from the pages of your favorite fashion magazines. you smile at the fact that, even though you worked for months for these results, you can still hardly believe it’s really you. that this shining human is none other than the girl who was overlooked and underappreciated all too often.
you walk, dripping in confidence, to the door to greet your date, who is waiting with flowers and a look of pure admiration when he sees the girl who opens the door for him.
this, you think, is what life should be.
