What must it be like to be beautiful? All I feel is ugly and fat. What must it be like to be so naturally thin and gorgeous?
Or even to be pretty and average size? Nope. Instead I am destined to be fat. I can't control my eating. I'm so out of control. I need a buddy. One of my buddies quit on me. The other one lectures me all the time and anytime I ask for help and motivation, she gives me the bullshit that she doesn't wanna help me get sicker.
Bullshit. I'm not sick. Unless sick=fat. And then I'm pretty close to terminal.
What is it like to be pretty? Will I ever know? Even when I am good, my weight seems not to budge. I run. I restrict. The scale doesn't budge.
What is it like to be pretty?