So I wrote that letter. Yeah.
I am torn between upholding my own promise to myself and the raging lunatic inside my head telling me I AM HUGE. Huge thighs. Huge stomach. flab flab flab. Everywhere. Ohmygod I want to purge right now sooooooooo bad. I do I do I do.
It’s because we went shopping. A simple event that used to be fun is now a catastrophically horrendous venture. I even wore short shorts all day today, as if it were okay for the public to look at my gigantic popcorn thighs.
I’m not eating anything tomorrow. That is how I am going to deal with this. For right now.