Its really fucking sad to think that after 2 suicide attempts, rehab, and therapy for almost 2 years, I still have weight issues. Its gotten better. I don’t cry every time I look in the mirror. But EVERY TIME I drink I bawl. Every time I eat I panic. Every time I weight myself I die a little bit. I went from 140 to 105 got healthy, back to 140 now at 120. Why am I ugly?
