Sitting at her desk in fashion school, Amber felt fat.

So many of the people sitting around her were skinny. They could sit back in their wooden desks and watch the lesson without feeling fat. They weren't afraid of their stomachs bulging out. The girls that looked like twigs sat up straight, beaming at the teacher. The twigs had confidence.

Just like her old school, there were periods in fashion school. It was one period away from the runway walk that Amber and a bunch of other students were assigned to do.

Most of the runway models were so skinny, that they looked like sticks. Compared, Amber thought she looked like a whale. Sure, her doctor had told her a million and one times that she was healthy weight, but Amber still felt fat.

Nobody called her out for being fat. Nobody excluded her because she was far. Even her new friends had tried to reassure her that she 'wasn't fat'.

Amber still felt fat. She had told herself a million times that she would do anything to lose weight, to look just like the other models, but she never went through with her plan. Now, though, two minutes before the runway show, she knew she had to administer her plan.

She still felt fat thirty seconds before the announcement. Even though no one could see her, she pulled her stomach in from behind the desk. Her stomach was still pulled in as she walked the hallways that led to the runway, and it was still that way as she got in line.

Announcers were calling out the girls' names as the twigs and sticks walked confidently out on to the runway. She was still thinking about her plan to become one of the twigs as the announcer called her name.

Pull your stomach in, she told herself. That way, you'll be pretty.


A/N - My first drabble ever, and I have no idea how to end this Author's Note, so I'm just going to say this was sort of a self-insert and I'll leave you to it, bye.