Ok so here we go. I am fat. I’ve always been fat. I will probably always be fat. Sometimes I feel amazing. Sometimes I feel great about myself and I feel on top of the world. That’s sometimes. A majority of the time I can’t stand it. I hate not being able to wear a cute swimsuit. I hate not being able to wear cute little shorts. I hate not wanting to show my arms. It’s just so annoying and it really makes me sad sometimes. More than anything, I hate going shopping ant not being able to fit anything. I hate going into the dressing room with tons of items and coming out with nothing. I hate looking at my ugly body in the mirror trying to fit into the largest size that still just isn’t large enough. Sometimes I just get so angry that I just stand in the dressing room and cry. I really hate my body. I feel like people look at me in disgust. I’m going to the beach in a couple of weeks and I’m not looking forward to putting on a swimsuit one bit. All of my friends are perfect. I stand out like a sore thumb.i just hate being fat so much. I wish I want perfect. And I wish I wasn’t hungry right now.