Something that I was so excited for is today and now I barely care about it. All I care about is how disgusting I am and how I have to take action now to begin to fix it. (I am going running in 5 minutes).
All I can think about is how much I hate my body and how angry I am at it, all of it.
I … am so sad that joy and hope seem so far away already. And that the crux of it all is my fault.