Sometimes I forget how much I loathe the way my body looks until it's early in the morning, and the sun beams through my window and I am able to truly see the horrible acne on my skin, and the disgusting cellulite coating my legs and bum.
And on days like today, I look myself in the mirror and say, "Alright, it's time to do something about this."
And then I go and stuff my face with 9 pizza bagels.
I don't know if this post is supposed to be funny or sad. Or both. I'm leaning more towards the sad bit, because I feel absolutely horrendous about myself now, and in all honesty, I probably won't do anything about it.

/I wish I could accept this. 

xxx

Talia