This year. The year of 2013-14. I started out weighing 180 pounds. I was considered a no body... Through the year, I gained weight. So in the middle, I weighed at 204 pounds. Over the summer. I wasn't around my mother (who's diet for us was coke and other carbonated drinks, take out, and a lot if eating in between) and I lost a few pounds weighing at 194 pounds. I still didn't like it. So I completely stopped eating for a month 187 pounds. Then I got depressed at the fact (as I've stated in previous writings) that I have no friends and gained my weight back. Now, I'm in the process of starving myself. How? Well insomnia is great for it. It makes it so you don't sleep well at night. So when you do sleep, you wake up late, then you don't get hungry until later. Eat a little bit, like a piece of bread or meat, then spend the rest of the eight hours of your day doing something completely pointless.
I don't know how much I weigh now. But there are dark circles under my eyes, my head and stomach constantly hurt, and my life is hell
Am I on the way to being pretty enough for our fucked up society?
dude, you are beautiful, our society is trash. that scale is just a number, don't let it control you.
But that number decides if I'm pretty or not...and I'll never be pretty...
the number is meaningless, what matters is what you think of yourself.
Well. I think I'm an ugly, fat piece of worthless shit...happy?