The Ultimate Detox

To achieve the perfect transformation, I moved into the crowded commune. The leader said my heaviness wasn't fat, but invisible 'filth' clinging to my soul. To expel it, thirteen friends assisted me through the night. Fists and iron tools rained down on my body—an agonizing 'deep tissue detox.' At dawn, they held a shiny disc close to my lips. The surface remained pristine, untarnished by even a whisper of mist. "It worked," they cheered. "The heavy you is gone." They washed away my plain features with boiling chemical water and sent my feather-light body drifting into the cold stream. Finally, I am not that fat girl anymore.