F.A.T.
Yesterday I felt fat. Fat and ugly and unwanted and unlovable. Now, I know what you are going to say...Megan, you are beautiful! Megan, don't think like that! Megan, are you pms-ing?? I don't know. I don't know anymore about any of those things. But I do know that yesterday I truly had a day where I just wanted to yell at the world until my lungs fell out for making me feel like I was fat. I KNOW that the only reason I can't find jeans that I like right now is because it is summer and they don't SELL them. I know this. But I hate it. Because I currently don't own any pants. Just shorts and skirts. I KNOW that I am a daughter of god of infinite worth. I know that He loves me more than I can ever imagine. But sometimes, I forget. I KNOW that this stupid disease sometimes makes me all bloaty and feel gross-ey, that I have NO control over what is going on inside me other than to eat right (and let's be honest, I cou...