Today is the first day in my New Body that I wear a size of jeans that fit me. The number is perfect, pure, precise and clean. 00. Double zero. Not just one zero but two. It slides off the tongue with the whispers of the jealous girls. "She wears a double zero" they whisper in amazement, my legs appearing with a backlight shining through the gap between my thighs. They all oooh and aaahh in amazement. My legs split from my body and themselves become a fabulous supermodel, everyone reaching up wanting to be just like them. We have finally reached fame and glory. But at what cost?