No, that's me.

I'm talking about my friend, Jessica.

Tall skinny blonde who can eat whatever the hell she wants and not gain a single pound...

...while I sit there and choke on a salad.

So you're ready for a good day tomorrow, right?

- No? - What do you gonna wear?

Probably a garbage bag because I put on so much weight?

Shut up?

So...

You're beautiful.

You see me, right?

I see me on a dating app and like with facetime a few times but I don't know, it's different when you see someone in person, you know.

You're good.

He's a Calvin Klein model, Jessica, okay?

He is a six-pack and all those ex's are Victoria's Secret Models.

Girl, you are Victoria's Secret Model!

You got this, okay?

Stop lying to me.

Aha...

I should just got that surgery.

We're here to make your plastic surgery dreams come true.

Um...

You know, just something really simple.

Take in my waist.

I mean, I just wanna look like her.

Oh... I'm sorry, what?

You wanna look like me?

Yeah.

Hahahaahah.

You should stay fat, fat people are funny.

After surgery your body would be bangin'!

No, but your body's not even that bad now!

Cigarettes are not that bad.

Trump for president is not that bad.

Saying my body's not that bad means... I'm fat.

Hey!

You're hot!

Oh...

Thanks!

No, not you, you stupid bitch, the blonde right next to you!

He's talking about you.

Let's just go to the gym, all right?

We already tried that, remember?

Ah!

You didn't told me that's hot!

Let's just start walking.

So just go home, put the face mask on I got you, drink some red wine...

Get some sleep, you can do a double date if you want...?

I'll let you know.

- Okay. - Okay. - Sounds good. - Thanks.

Bye.

Oh, no. Undo, undo, undo, undo, undooo...

Why can't my waist just be a little bit smaller?!

This can't be right.

There's something wrong with this mirror.

Oooooh my God...

No.

Oh my God, your waist is so small!

I know it's, um, I've been using the way shaper...

...for like five days?

Wait...

Why is that eye bigger than the other?

Um, this one?

Um, I... I got stung. I got stung by a bee guys yesterday.

- Oh, okay! - A bee, yeah?

That makes sense, yeah?

All right, bye guys!

Have fun.

Too far.

The hell did I do to myself?

So should we just go back to how it was?

Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that it's ok not to be perfect.

How do you measure perfection, anyway.

Is it based on our weight or our height, the size of our lips for how small our waist can be.

I think perfection is a myth...

And we shouldn't have to measure up to a media features.

Because we're all perfect in our own way.

- What's up? - Hi!

Look at you.

You're looking better real life.

Aww... Thank you.

But you had brown eyes, right?

(Ah, I guess I left one little thing.) Oh! Um...

There are contacts.

Oooh...

- You're ready? - Yeah!

Let's go.