Pretty sure I went up four pants sizes IN A YEAR. I went shopping with my mom and I just kept trying on larger sizes and I couldn’t find any that fit me and then I almost cried.
I wish I didn’t care so much. I wish I didn’t feel like shit. This is actually the fattest I’ve ever been and I hate myself for it. I like my new clothes and I like my new haircut and everything but I still feel gross. And it’s my fault for feeling this way because I could change how I look if I worked harder but I’m so lazy. I wish I could just stop eating. I wish I wasn’t so unhappy.