Ginger bit her lip when Sim complimented her, blushing just a little as she moved a little on the bed. "Thanks," she said softly, looking down at the way her stomach curved into her hips. "I think I'm going to start a new diet soon...So I'll look better."

And not fat like the Canadian Reject called her. Ug, the thought was enough to make her sick from just thinking of food. If she didn't eat for a week, she resolved, she could totally lose a good five to ten pounds.