I am a fat, disgusting whale.
Made of lard.
I seriously considered not posting until I have some good news. But here's to honesty.
And here's to you, because you are not a huge gross uncontrolled freak of nature. Like me.
I realized something, seriously.
I am insane.
And all that I want in life, ALL THAT I WANT, is for people to look at me and think, "Wow, that anorexic girl is fucked up. FUCKED UP. But she's so thin and her willpower... I could never do that."
So, why can't I get there? Why can't I get thinner?
Why don't I have any self-control?
Why is my entire life dictated by the number on the scale every morning?
whywhywhywhywhywhyWHY
why?
SAME HERE SWEETIE!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on realizing the insanity.. it's liberating. I know I'm totally crazy.. tyler knows it too.
Idk why babe?
We put our faith in the numbers, as if something so arbitrary can become a concrete measure of our worth.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the teaparty. One lump or two? Oh, silly me. Splenda all round isn't it. Will you have the Earl Grey or Darjeeling?