Entrée

OH HI!
I'm Pinkie Pie! I want to tell you something! I promise it's not boring! But you gotta keep it a secret, I don't want everypony knowing about it!
Well it all happened back in 1845... JUST KIDDING!
For reals lets get on with it.

It started two weeks ago, at Sugarcube Corner, where me and the rest of the Mane 6 were hanging out.
"Wow Pinkie, that's a lot of cupcakes! Are you really going to eat all of them?"
Rainbow Dash said while flying around me. She doesn't really sit down at all. Mainly cause she has wings.
"Yup!" I ate all of the cupcakes at once.
"How are you so skinny darling, with all of those sweets? If it were me, it would have gone straight to my flanks!" Rarity exclaimed while looking at my belly,
They haven't ever really done this before. I mean, MENTIONED it before. Like they OBVIOUSLY think of how much I eat in public. I can see it in their eyes!

"I AM an earth pony! Also I am super-duper crazy active with all my parties and hauling around my party cannon!"
I look around at their silly faces looking at my plate. They are so silly!
"We ar just worried 'bout you, Pinkie, Ah mean that you eat a lot in front of us, but it's not heathy." AppleJack said. Fluttershy and Rainbow nodded. Poor AppleJack, I really wish I could tell her, but I can't, she'll FREAK OUT!

"Don't worry! I am as healthy as a... as a..... I DONT KNOW but still, I am REALLY healthy!" I lied. I really hate lying to them but I still can't tell any of them. :(
"Pinkie, if you really are okay, we should leave you alone. Anyways, I have to go, I have so much studying to do!" Twilight said as she was leaving Sugarcube Corner. Yes! They bought it!

As the other ponies left I went up to my room on the second floor of the shop. It wasn't my shift so I had so much time to myself.
As I walked in, I felt sick. "Good job Pinkie, almost exposing the secret." I say to myself in the mirror. "Who do you think you are, fatty, a supermodel? I don't think so."
I walk over to my little bathroom. It was covered in streamers and the tiles were really bright colours. I walk over to my pink toilet, with its fluffy pink toilet lid cover.

"I gotta do it, if I don't want to be a big fatty!" I say as I grab my toothbrush (Pink, of course!) and start to throw up.
I always feel a TEENY-tiny bit sad and in well after puking but I know it keeps my flank lean and my stomach flat!
I look up at my vanity mirror, that had a moustache drawn on it. It lined up perfectly when I stood up on my back legs.
My face was all puffy and red, but I wasn't at all satisfied.
I grabbed my toothbrush again and started throwing up again. I did it another two times when I finally look up again and see that my eyes and cheeks are red.
Oh well!

Author's Note

Hope you like it!
-Shona