Everytime I feel (or hear, I can't always feel it) my stomache growl I can't help but try to hide that little smile I get because I know I'm empty, truly empty. When I can't sleep because my hunger is so stronge I can't ignore it, I can't help but think that it's good because at least I'm empty. I'll lose more. I know it sounds sick, and strange, but its one of the only things I can smile about that comes from this.
Something else is when my bra size goes down. I've always been so insecure about my breast size. I was a 36D, then 36C, now I'm 34D. I was smiling so wide when I went down a band size. I love needing smaller clothes. I used to be a large, now I'm a small. What always is in the back of my mind is it only inspires me to lose more. Not be happy with what I've lost.
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