Skinny Island: Finale

Kelly Harp

January 3rd, 2026

Weight: 107 Pounds

Daily Calories: 1200

New year, new notebook, new goals.

I honestly haven’t thought about writing in one of these in over a year now. Crazy to think that I used to be obsessed with jotting down whatever I could in order to destroy as much of the island culture and infrastructure as I could, but here we are.

The island gives these out to residents every year in order to help us keep track of our progress should we so desire. I do, of course as does every other self respecting woman on the island, newbies notwithstanding. Most of them are either shocked, stunned, excited, or appalled to be here to really appreciate how important it is to have a record of how many calories are going in, but they all eventually figure it out. I know I did.

It's funny to me how much I remember. I thought that burning my old notebook would allow the island to sort of magically alter my memories to make me forget all of my old life, or at least what it was like to be me. It did at first, but once I settled in, all of it started coming back in bits and pieces as slowly as it had left in the first place. The others said the same thing after about 3 months into residency but of course by then we were so indoctrinated into the lifestyle and culture that none of us bothered to get too far into what that meant for us. We are who we are now, and for the better. I don’t miss being in the States, especially with all the insane political bullshit going on. I CERTAINLY don’t miss being morbidly obese either, though now I do remember what it was like to be the fattest person most people had ever seen in their lives. Not only that, but in our ill-fated BoPo trio, I was even the fattest one. The Queen of Whales.

Of course, I’m still giving myself too much credit. If anything, I was the most low-energy out of all of us when it came to personality and impact. Xiang was the most confident and outgoing while Valentina was the one who was the most dead set on getting something done, even if she didn’t know what.

…She definitely doesn’t have that problem anymore.

Regardless, the point is that if anyone was the leader it was one of them. Val was the toughest, Xiang was the prettiest, and then I was the fattest.

I don’t miss the title.

Maybe that’s why I just kinda threw myself into my work and hobbies after I finally caved right before the deadline and signed on to live here. Best decision of my life really. Now I’m a SCUBA instructor, a surfer, a dancer, a tour guide, and hell, I even play the guitar now. I finally feel like I’m more than just the fat girl now. I’m artsy now. I paint and play music. I’m in a relationship with Lucas, AKA the hottest guy ever who somehow makes me feel more and more loved no matter how wild and impulsive I get with my projects.

I feel very whole right now. Life is exciting and new again.

Skinny Island might not be for everyone…but that starts changing the second they arrive. As a diet coach and guide for new arrivals, I see it every day. Frumpy, insecure, fat girls arrive, willing or not, then two months later I am handing out residency apps to waifish, dainty princesses who don’t wanna leave.

And in my most honest and truthful heart of hearts, I genuinely know how they feel.

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Xiang Liu

January 3rd, 2026

Weight: 99 Pounds <3

Daily Calories: 1100

Dear Diary,

I was hoping to be able to make this announcement in my last notebook but apparently I couldn’t get my chubby ass to lay off the sweetbread long enough to meet my deadline before the new ones came in. Plus, I guess it’s cool to be on track with everyone else and be able to take the time to write entries with my friends again. Or at least with Kelly, since she’s still available most of the time. I know Val’s doing her thing and it’s amazing and all that, but it still sucks to not see her as much now. Oh well. Life goes on.

Anyways……I did it!

I am officially a double-digit weight. Granted I don’t know how long that’s gonna last at 99.3 pounds since I fluctuate when I’m on my period or whatever but I’ll worry about that when I’m back at 110.

…Which is a lie. The moment I see that scale show three numbers instead of two, I’m probably going to bawl my eyes out, but that’s exactly what the Body Positivity courses my boyfriend and I run are for.

My basic principle is this: Fat Happens.

It exists, it is unavoidable, and despite being unsightly, it *does* serve a purpose in moderation. It, like many of those situations, is also temporary. You don’t have to starve to death to be skinny. In fact, that’s where most people go wrong. When you freak out over your weight, the impulse is to start fasting or just deny food altogether, but that just slows your metabolism down, promotes binging, and leads to more weight gain. But if you keep calm, enjoy some exercise, get the serotonin flowing, and eat small meals over the course of the day, you speed up your metabolism as well as lower cortisol levels which leads to weight loss.

…Or at least maintenance.

As a model and influencer, I have to be on top of both my weight and my mental health. It’s easier than it’s ever been, but I still have moments where I feel fat or have what some of the doctors here call “PObS” or Phantom Obesity Syndrome. It’s a sort of mental trauma that residents, especially new ones get after a large weight loss. During the initial stages of the Island Weight Loss program, you sort of forget how fat you used to be for a while until you level out as a means of not going into shock when you wake up almost 7 pounds lighter each day. I remember knowing that I was fat, but constantly misjudging how much weight I’d lost, thinking it was like 20 pounds when really it was somewhere around 150 or something. That goes on for a while until you level out, and then once you hit a baseline stable point of like 110 or so, you start to remember again. Some girls will walk funny, accounting for weight they aren’t carrying. Others will feel like their thighs are jiggling when they walk when there’s nothing there to jiggle. For me, I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling crushed by my boobs and belly, like there was an extra 200 pound weight just sitting on my chest and I couldn’t breathe when I slept on my back.

I still get that sometimes.

So what do we do when fat happens? Just take care and love ourselves, but do so knowing that accepting excess weight gain (I usually say around 7 pounds is time to worry) just leads to obesity, and that’s the one thing no girl wants to be.

Newcomers get a pass of course since they’re from countries that still see 140 as normal instead of morbidly obese and don’t actually know any better, but that’s why I’m here: To show them how to be beautiful, happy and most importantly, their thinnest, skinniest selves.

…I know I wrote about work again like I always do. Sorry for ruining my first entry, New Diary, but I’m just excited. With the promo tour coming up, I’ve been sort of practicing my speeches and demo classes for when we head to conventions all around the world. The goal is to build our consumer base and residency population to where we can also begin cultivating the surrounding islands as well as placing facilities on existing island territories to help them transition into becoming Skinny Island Japan, India, South Africa, and USA.

I used to think that being fat was just a part of what I was okay with being and not something that reflected who I was on the inside. Now I’ve turned being skinny and beautiful into the core of who I am, and it’s time to help others around the globe do the same.

Time to make some bitches SKINNY!

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Valentina Rubio

January 3rd, 2026

Weight: 125 Pounds

Daily Calories: 2000

I don’t know how to start this thing, lol. I’ve been taking some time off of journaling and watching my weight for a while, but I didn’t want to be behind and have to start a whole new one and be offset from all the other girls on the island for a whole nother year.

Is that a word? Nother? Maybe it’s like n’other or something. I don’t know. I talk like that but it looks weird on paper. Oh well.

But SPEAKING of things that look weird on paper!

UGHHHH you have no idea how much it bothers me to have to write that I’m 125 again on my first entry. The calories aren’t even accurate either since I haven’t really been counting. I just kinda ballparked it in lieu of a precise number, and even then Xiang and Kelly both say it’s better AND easier to just round up. At my thinnest I got down to an absolutely MARVELOUS and VERY petite, dainty, and beautiful 82 pounds, which conveniently happened to work out for my wedding day. It turned out that I was so small that I had to get a dress custom made because an XS on the island is so rare for adult women that they just don’t make wedding dresses that small. It was a bit of an accomplishment ngl.

I kinda stayed that way for like 9 months or so before…Well, actually that’s kinda funny isn’t it? My plan is to get back to that eventually. Lying on the beach, soaking up the sun and having a great time with my husband, Tomás while he snaps endless pictures of his teensy tiny wife. I miss it already.

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As all my friends and virtually anyone who knows me is aware, I am currently 4 months pregnant and have been eating up a STORM. I don’t get out as much with the girls as I used to, but that’s kinda par for the course when married life hits. I don’t even wanna think about how isolated I’m gonna feel when motherhood is added to the mix. But hey, I’ve already had Lucas AND Christopher talk to me about proposing to Xiang and Kelly, so here's hoping they both get knocked up soon and we can raise our babies together and be an annoying little mom clique and dominate the local PTA, muahahaha!

Until then I am just waiting. Gestating. Watching the parasite in my abdomen make me fatter and fatter as the weeks tick by. Still, it’s not so bad.

I actually thought I had become so thin that my periods had stopped, which was both a cause for celebration and concern. Thinness is golden; malnutrition not so much.

Nope. None of that. Just pregananant.

It’s weird knowing that I’m okay with my weight climbing steadily after having to learn to be okay with losing all of it. I can still remember when I was pushing almost 400 pounds, but it’s distant. Instead of being just a couple years ago, it feels like a lifetime has passed since we all came to the island to protest how evil and scary it was the way it

/checks notes

Makes girls healthy, happy, and skinny before setting them up for fulfilling, happy lives.

If I were still on the mainland, I’d probably be wallowing in my computer chair in a dark room, bloated and huge and waddling to my fatty scooter so I can get around Walmart at whatever horrific size I poisoned myself into becoming. It’s scary to think about, and when I do all those memories come rushing back like nothing’s changed. Sometimes I still reach up to wipe the sweat from my neck rolls instinctively or heave myself up to get out of bed when I don’t need to. Tomás made fun of me after I got out of bed once and turned to the side to walk into the bathroom when I was half asleep. He asked what I was doing, but I didn’t have the courage or presence of mind to tell him that I used to have to do that every time I needed to fit through every doorframe in my apartment except for the front door.

I’m getting anxious just writing about it now, so I’m gonna just put those thoughts in the therapy box and unpack them when I go to see my personal counsellor on Wednesday. Because we have that here. Where I live. In the greatest, most wonderful, most perfect paradise there ever was or will be.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to be here or to even be alive when it became a thing, but there has been nothing more important, no event more impactful, and no change more meaningful than my arrival on Skinny Island.

Who know, maybe we’re all just fully brainwashed into loving this place the way we do, but if so, the damage is done already.

I love my home, my life, my friends, and my new little family.

And most of all, I love being skinny.

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