I am the world’s fattest fuck.
Need to lose another 5kgs before I will be happy.
Fuck.  

Why can’t my body just be naturally thin? It aggravates me so much when people say that they’re just naturally skinny… How can this be! And when people say that some people just aren’t “built” to be thin… THIS IS ME. And I hate it. No matter how little I eat, or how much I exercise, the fat doesn’t go anywhere. It’s persistent in sticking to my body, my hips, my thighs, my arms, my stomach… And making me miserable. I don’t eat junk food, I don’t sit on my ass all day, so why does my body punish me so? I honestly think that if I had this body that I desire so much I would be entirely happy. Or pretty darn close. To be able to go somewhere, wear something, talk to people, without the constant fear or worry about what my body looks like. I don’t care so much about how I look, but simply how I feel. And it’s all about the body. Not the face, not the mind. The body. Which will inadvertently lead to a healthy mind and thus a happy smile and glow on my face. Contemplating starving myself to reach my ultimate goal. It feels so out of reach. SIGH.

Changed.

Everything about my blog. Too many people I know were finding me and questioning things I have on here. So I have a new theme, new URL, new picture, everything. Can’t even post the occasional photo of myself :( But I will anyway hehe.
Previously life-is-vicious