Today, my self confidence has disintegrated to a small pile of moldy crumbs, my self image is some disgusting whale who ought to wear a bag over her head in public, I can’t support one of my best friends or stop her from hurting herself, my family is half shattered and falling apart and I have lousy grades.

Yeah, it’s been just great.

And you know what the tipping point for me was? Discovering that I’m not just a Large, or and X-large, but an XX-Large in shirts (which are still pretty tight on me). What the hell. Did the world shrink? Or did my body just catch up to my mind’s image of how disgusting I am? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a “positive image” of yourself while knowing that many people consider you fat, frumpy and ugly?

Talk about shit I don’t need right now.