I’ve been home in constant fear of my parents weighing me but I’m even more fearful of gaining again. When I was away at school I was in complete control of what I ate. Now I’m not even going back and I feel as though I’ve lost all control again. I let every aspect of my life be affected by whether or not I’ve had anything to eat that day. My mind’s not right… I can’t think about anything but food and fat.
Also, it’s not fair… the scale is useless. My sister weighs about the same as me but she is thinner. I have a completely messed up body shape. I don’t even have muscle anymore like I used to… just fat. As I’m sitting here typing this my the sights of my thighs makes me want to cry. Ugh I sound so dramatic. Ew. I haven’t even been able to face the pictures of gorgeous, skinny girls on my dashboard recently. I’m such a joke reblogging pictures of girls who I will never be able to look like thanks to my parents constantly monitoring what I eat.
Okay, I’m sorry. Vent over.