Diary of a Disordered

I had a wing, 2 carrot sticks and a few fries and when I had one of everything left, Tiff walked in and took a picture of it to put it on facebook. It pissed me off, so I finished those few bites with them watching and went into the living room. I've been feeling like such a fat ass today and I didn't want to eat. I wish they knew what it's like to wake up every single day hoping it'll be different, but you still hate yourself, and you want to cry and hurt yourself for being the way you are: fat. You can't even be comfortable in your own skin, it's really sad.