A month ago I ate way too much cake for several days in a row. I put on two pounds. I have spent the past three and a half weeks working on losing that two pounds, which I can usually do. It’s not working this time. I haven’t lost those two pounds and I’ve gained a third. WHAT THE F&@%? It figures that just when I decide to accept my body as it is, I start putting on weight. Permanently, apparently. I know three pounds sounds like nothing, but I’m barely 5’2″ and I already struggle with self-loathing.
F@&$.
F@&$.
Ready or Not to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
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