2011, the year of thin. The year of feeling beautifully empty and light-headed. The year of “no thank you” and “I’ve already eaten”. The year everybody tells me I’m beautiful and skinny. The year I get my confidence back. The year I can take pictures I love; the year I become thinspo. The year I get that gap between my thighs, the year of hipbones and collarbones and a prominent ribcage. The year of beautiful long hair. The year of skinny arms and delicate wrists and thin fingers with perfect nail varnish. The year I become happy and full of life. The year of “you’ve gotten so skinny” and “I wish I was as thin as you!” The year I ask him out already! The year I smile and laugh and forget the bad things. The year of fun and excitement and socialising. 2011 will be my year. The year of thin. Just watch me.