I felt like a beached whale today.
Happens every now and then.
Much of an improvement from every moment of every day.
I'd say.
Anyways, it's the kind of day that NOTHING looks right, everything makes you look like a fat flubbering mess, and there are fun house mirrors and kaleidoscope thoughts that stop you from accomplishing anything.
I finallllly decided on the frumpiest items of clothing I own (sweats, what is probably size XXXXL t-shirt) because this way no one will be able to see my body. So I feel better looking like a bum as opposed to fashionably fat. Because that's oxymoronic. At least in my mind.
Happens every now and then.
Much of an improvement from every moment of every day.
I'd say.
Anyways, it's the kind of day that NOTHING looks right, everything makes you look like a fat flubbering mess, and there are fun house mirrors and kaleidoscope thoughts that stop you from accomplishing anything.
I finallllly decided on the frumpiest items of clothing I own (sweats, what is probably size XXXXL t-shirt) because this way no one will be able to see my body. So I feel better looking like a bum as opposed to fashionably fat. Because that's oxymoronic. At least in my mind.
“My body is a cage, my mind holds the key.”
Song of the day:
Control is an illusion anyways.
And thoughts are JUST THOUGHTS.
[Edit: Aka THINKING you're fat, even when you're NOT fat is the stupidest belief to ever heed.
EVER. Just because I'm fucking 20lbs from 120 does not mean the world is over. Gah. I will not let this friggin obsession destroy everything....as I've let it efface everything with my emotions(!)]
Make peace peace peace peace peace.
Pleeease.
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