Vanished into thin air

I woke up last night
I was hungry for the 3rd time
But everything had more than 100 kcals
I just couldn't eat that

The scale says I'm 47 kilograms
Yesterday I was weighting 46 and a half
I ate an apple. It was too much.
I have to go, I must work out.
Four hours, two more.
I weigh myself again.
It is still not enough.
I need water, just that.

No calories, just life.
Water is all I need.
To survive tonight.
Anything else will make me fat.
I'm 1.60 meters, don't I?
They told me I'm pretty today.
I weigh 40 kilograms.
And will be losing more weight.

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