I was looking at the cinnamon roll, but all i could see were the fat rolls of my stomach. I picked the sugary thing up and pinched it, but all i could feel were my thighs rubbing together at the very top of my legs. I took a little bite, but all i could taste was defeat. I tactfully spit the bite into a napkin and dropped it and the pastry into the trash can. "Yuck," i said with conviction.
Ana skipped over to me and kissed my cheek. "Beautifully done," she praised.
I smiled at her. "Thanks." I had thought i was a goner when my mom had made cinnamon rolls that morning, but the words Ana had said to me last night had made me stronger than my sugar cravings. I was proving myself.