I'm back there again, and I hate it.

But I love it.

I need to be skinny; I'm fat.

127 pounds is too fat.

I need 115.

I thought I liked myself.

I don't. I'm back to the "I wish I could stop eating; I wish I could puke" phase.

Because I realized that I am so fucking fat.

23.2 BMI?

Wouldn't 21 be better? That's 115.

Or 18.3. 100 pounds.

Technically underweight.

I'd rather have that than over.

Oh. My mom just bought Girl Scout Cookies.

Why is this so hard?


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