What do you think of this monologue?
What do you think of this monologue?
U can never be too thin. I mean it doesn't take Eistein to figure out that there is no need to eat then " exercise regurlaly" when you can just control what you eat. It's the sought of thing youwould think was established centuries ago. Its as easy as ABC well of course you'd have to stay committed to not eating but after you get the hang of it you'll have that dream body, like.. like Miranda Kerr ( smile slowly craws onto her fave and eyes glisten). I hate how mum watches me like an owl and makes me eat at eating at the table. Even worse I hate when she talks about eating healthy and how I look, I want staple her mouth to a balloon and watch her drift off. She doesn't understand, no one uunderstands I'm old enough to do what I want! Its not fair how some people are naturally skinny, I would do anything to be that kind of person. But no God decided nope you are are going to have to stop eating if you want to be skinny. I want to be skinny, I want to be perfect, I want to be beautifful. On every corner they are people eating, the stomach is to blame. It growls and rumblesin demand making people hungry and sendes them marchng to the fridge or pantry. As ruuthless and evil as food is, its no match for me I've learnt to ignore its growls and rumbles. If dad was here I'm sure he wouldn't bother me like mum does, dads never seem to pay any attention. Oh great here comes the doc, coming here was completely unnecesariy I just fell off a chair, there's nothing unordinary asbout that,try telling that to mum. I wonder hpow many calories were in that soup they fed me. I wonder what people were saying after I fell unconsious, the last thing I heard was she's a twig, and to tell the truth I am a twig a nice skinny twig. Its better that being a walking whale. I think about food, watch food, make food, do anything but eat it, sometimes... sometimes when I really can't help it I have a little bit but then of course I punish myself for it: head in the toilet, finger down my throat then an extra lap. Its become a habit I do it when I'm bored or when I'm stranded and can't get away from the food. This other day, mum nearly walked in on me, I was so scared, I still a, she would be so devastated if she saw me. I don't know when this all started it just happened, I'm never going to be the anchor in tag of war, the one who always gets the leftovers or the kid who can't fit into anything. My days of being a fat tub of yoghurt are over. Im never ever going to look like that again. My future is skinny and gorgeous, just like Miranda Kerr. I can't fream to imagine all the clothes I could wear. I love running my fingers on my rib cage and I love how my hip bone pops out with a clicking sound.I love putting putting my fingers around my wrist ad knocking my knuckles on my collar bone. I am going to have a perfect body, I'm not there yet but I am going to get there. As soon as I can walk I'm out of here.
Is this monolgue good enough, how can I make it better,any suggestions would be great