I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not being able to look in a mirror. I'm sick of not being able to look at a picture of myself. I hate it. It's okay for people to say they love me how I am, or that I'm pretty, or that it's what's inside that counts .... but I hate how I look. It's not about what other people think. It's about what I think. And I hate it. People would like me more if I was skinny. I know they would. Doesn't matter how many times they say they wouldn't. They would. I can't walk into my bathroom without looking at my scales. I hate getting on them, it's never gonna be as good as I want it to be. I hate it. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Why can't I just not eat? Why can't I loose weight? Why can't I go back to my slimming pills? Why can't I be skinny?