My whole life all I ever wanted was to be skinny and feel more attractive. And now that I am, things don't seem to be the way I thought they were going to be. I guess for some stupid reason I thought a lot of my problems and fears would go away, but they didn't. I'm still the exact same person with the exact same thoughts and feelings as before, just in a different body. I guess I just hoped that other things would change too and now it almost feels like all that effort I put into looking this way was a waste because I'm still miserable. Granted, I'm happier about some things than before, like how much better my clothes look on me, etc. but I guess I wanted more than that. Or maybe I'm just unappreciative of what I have and want too much, I don't know.