A/N: I've been feeling... Ugly lately. I mean, as in weight. I think I'm quite pretty facial-wise (?). Having thoughts about being bulimic, ya know? Horrible stuff. I wrote this to show what people feel when they decide to become bulimic. A fanfic about Victorious.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. Simply fan-made.

I was so sick of it. It was like I was invisible. Tori this, Tori that. God, why did she have to be so pretty, and nice, and talented? Compared to her, I'm nothing. "But," I say out loud. "That is all about to change." Of course, I was already pretty talented. I may not have the voice of an angel like Tori, but I was awesome at drama and acting, and stuff like that. So, all I really needed to do was be prettier. Then I'd be noticed more. Have boys begging for me. Just. Like. Tori.

Half an hour later...

I felt a tinge of exhilaration fill me up, making me happy and free. I looked into the white and grey toilet, examining the green-ish waste that lay in there. My throat and tummy hurt, but the pain would be worth it. Doing this everyday.

Then I would be perfect. Just. Like. Tori.