As I sit here, Blogging.
Reading other people's inspiring blogs
In my warm bed, Counting down the hours until I get to see my favorite band of all time in concert.
Texting about 10 different guys, begging to see me.
Everything Seems perfect.
Until, I get up and see my refelection in my full length mirror.
I don't see what everyone else see's.
I don't see a Pretty, Thin, Young woman.
I see an ugly, fat, scared child.
Sometimes, I just want to give up.
It's so hard to keep fighting, to be happy.
To count every single calorie that enters my mouth.
To cry every time I go over 400 calories a day.
To think, "How many miles do I have to run to work off this cookie"
When will this end, When will i be fuckin happy.
More importantly, When I will be skinny.
I promise I will post more later.