Getting up every day

Every day, i wake up. Every one does. And i look out the window, and it shocks me that i have survived another day.
I feel so undeserving of the fact though. What did i do to deserve to live, when every 17 seconds, somewhere in the world a child dies? They probably deserve my life more than i do.
I fail at something every day. I ate again today, i ate an apple and a piece of toast, although i think i exersized it off. It doesn't matter how hard i try, i never seem to reach my goal. And every day i have to look in a mirror, and see my hideous reflection, and wish it wasn't me, and then i step on the scales and i just have everything i hate confirmed. I keep telling myself that tommorow i will be better.
I went to go see fame in the cinema today, and in the end, all the dancers were dancing around, in half outfits, and i almost cried, how can it be that they are all so thin, and i dance so much, and i'm not anything like as thin.
So tommorow i will get up, and i will get out and go to a horse riding competition (i'll let you know how i do) and again it will suprise me that i am still alive, while someone else more deserving of it is dead.
Stay strong, we can do it, so that when we wake up, we know we are first of all lighter and skinnier, and closer to perfection. Maybe someday we will be light enough to take flight, stay thin, stay pure.
xoxoxox