Miss A is 1.67 meters tall and weighs 60 kilograms. She will never be able to fit into a size S dress.

She works in a foreign company, and the female colleagues around her are all hugging their waists. She eats an apple and a cup of black coffee for lunch.

Miss A’s lunch is a bento she makes by herself every day, including curry beef, teriyaki chicken legs, Dongpo meat, tomato scrambled eggs, spicy tofu, vinegar shredded potatoes, sea rice and winter melon. When she is in a good mood, she will also fry a beautiful poached egg and lay it on the table.

On the top of the lunch box.

Miss A also hated the fat on her waist and thick thighs, but she couldn't give up her rich and elaborate lunch box.

One time, Miss A also wanted to have a simple meal for lunch, so she only brought an apple.

But by the afternoon, her stomach had begun to scream fiercely, as if a small animal was biting her, scratching her heart and liver, and she was in agony.

During the meeting, she didn't listen to a word the director said. She just wanted to go home from work, buy a good piece of pork belly downstairs, boil it in water, cut it into thin slices, and sauté the garlic in hot oil.

Add some chili peppers, a little bean paste and rock sugar, pour the trembling meat slices in, and make a pleasant sizzling sound, which is simply the most beautiful music.

There is also an eggplant in the refrigerator. Steam it over water, tear it into strips, pour it with sesame sauce and chili oil, pour a little balsamic vinegar and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion. This is what Ms. A’s mother taught her. It’s delicious.

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Miss A's nose felt sore and she almost cried. She stood up immediately and said hesitantly, Director, I'm not feeling well, please take leave.

After saying that, she walked back quickly, packed her bag and rushed out of the office.

At night, Miss A would lie on her sofa, and the fruit basket on the coffee table would always be full of bananas, mangoes, longans and grapes.

She can put her feet up, read a magazine or a talent show, and then reach out to grab fruit to eat.

Or there’s yogurt and bread in the fridge.

Miss A feels satisfied. She doesn’t have to worry about going hungry. There is always plenty of food, waiting for her to enjoy at any time.

However, Ms. A also felt a little regretful. If she could not only eat well but also be able to wear small skirts, wouldn't the world be more perfect?

While Miss A was still eating her lunch contentedly every day, she met Mr. B.

Mr. B is 1.82 meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned figure and broad shoulders. It seems that he can still see some abdominal muscles through his shirt.

Miss A likes Mr. B not only because Mr. B is good-looking, but also because Mr. B laughs happily when he hears her jokes.

Ms. A was in a hurry. As long as Mr. B was around, she would pretend not to care and look away, but she couldn't help but listen to his every word.

That day we all went out to eat Teppanyaki together. Ms. A was so fascinated by the beef tongue that she almost swallowed her own tongue.

Mr. B sat next to her, drinking sake leisurely, and uttered a sentence: If you eat so much, be careful if you keep getting fat and you won't be able to get married.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener does.

After listening to this, Miss A never moved her chopsticks again.

She went home in despair, and stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom. Her abdomen was uneven, her buttocks were flabby, her thighs were obviously too thick, and her chin, as long as she lowered her head, she could see a layer of flesh.

Miss A felt ashamed of herself in the mirror. She knew that if she didn’t give up the curry beef, teriyaki chicken legs, dongpo meat, tomato scrambled eggs, spicy tofu, vinegar, shredded potatoes, sea rice and winter melon, she would always look like that in the mirror.

Also, Mr. B would always laugh at her for eating too much and getting too fat.

Ms. A no longer brings a lunch box. She doesn’t even eat the apple. She only drinks a cup of black coffee or plain water as much as possible.

During meetings, she still felt like the little monster in her stomach was biting her, but she would no longer stand up and rush home to cook a big meal to fill her stomach.

She endured hunger and decided to forget all the food and say goodbye to them. She loved them before, but now she decided to love a man.

In order to get Mr. B, Miss A wants to break up with all her previous lovers: curry beef, teriyaki chicken legs, dongpo meat, tomato scrambled eggs, spicy tofu, vinegar, shredded potatoes, dried shrimps, and winter melon.

After doing fifty squats and fifty sit-ups every night, Miss A deeply missed her former lovers, and then fell asleep deeply with tears in her eyes.

Miss A quickly lost weight, her chin became pointed, and her waist became slimmer. She could now wear narrow skirts and suspenders.

Everyone says you have become more beautiful.

Miss A smiled a little bitterly and said, yes, maybe it was because of a broken love.

That night, she met Mr. B. He brought a petite girl with him. The girl was hanging on his arm and smiling sweetly. No matter what Mr. B said, she could move forward and backward.

Miss A was suddenly confused. She seemed to have made a mistake. It turned out that what Mr. B wanted was not a girl who made him laugh, but a girl who he could make her laugh.

Miss A suddenly laughed. She drank a lot and was a little unsteady on her feet, but she still grabbed her bag and staggered toward the door. She wanted to go home quickly.

A friend saw Miss A and said, "You look so bad. What's wrong?"

Miss A said calmly, maybe because I was hungry and I was going home to eat.