Aside from the funtastic day I had yesterday with the Mister, I still have the guilt at the back of my head just like a stubborn stain. Perhaps it was never for me to think of it to begin with but with the crazee remarks that people told me like, "FAT" just makes me wanna cry. No, I don't wish to leak but I guess I have to do something about it. I resorted to stuff like researching on the slimming centres and even videos in videojug.
Like any definite reason, anorexia is never a choice but I guess, not eating should be okay as it will not be considered as deliberate starvation too. That's how I was thin back then anyways. *Shrugs*
I just hoped that I could be happy as I was with this imperfect body. So yes, I realized, I'm broken to the extent that there's no more blood to bleed. My poor wound.
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