Anabel pushed the dancing candies from her head and continued down the road. She wasn't sure why she had wanted them so much. It wasn't like she was hungry. She just wanted to taste their sugary goodness. Her mind flashed back to her mother. [i] It's a sin [/i] Her mothers voice nagged at her. [i] Besides, it will make you fat. [/i] Anabel glanced down at her body. She was skinny and she knew that. Her thigh gap was visible and she had a defined waist. She never really understood why such things were the definition of 'pretty' but she didn't really argue with it either. In all honestly she could not care less about putting on some weight. What really worried her was the fact that she could be branded a sinner.