Almost all the weight I lost over the past 7 months or so came back within the space of about two months. I am very distressed. And it doesn't help when people tell you that you're fine. That I'm not fat.

I don't like the way my clothes sit on me. Too tight. Too damn tight. This is the time when the miniskirts and tank tops go into hiding.

I hate my body. Still. Who says being thin can't bring your happiness? I was happier when I was thin, yes I was.

I need to lose about 10 pounds. Even if it means I have to resort to drastic measures to lose the weight.

And I'm going to yell at him if he so much as coaxes me to eat.

I want to be thin. So sue me. It's not for him, or for anyone, when I think about it now. If it were, I wouldn't even want to lose any weight since he keeps insisting that I'm not fat. I want to lose the fucking weight. Hate this fucking body. It isn't mine.