missstephie's Journal
Nov 04 2009 13:04
Right now, I can't think of anything but sleeping. I want to go to bed and close my eyes. I'm just so tired all of the time. I dread the prospect of going in to work, especially on a Tuesday or a Wednesday like today on a plinth change (week that all the offers at work change over).
I've been hating myself a lot lately.
I look in the mirror and see obesity.
Flabby stomach, sagging boobs, love handles, tree-trunk thighs and bingo wings. Double chin is a bonus.
I'm repulsed by myself.
I hate myself, but I know I shouldn't. Maybe writing out my feelings here will help me get over them??
I wish I could see myself the way my family and friends see me. They tell me I look great, I've done amazingly well with my weight-loss. But I can't physically see it. I will admit easily that I've dropped 4 clothes sizes, but I still don't see it in the mirror. Though, when I take an old photo of myself and compare it to how I am now, the difference is unbelievable.
So, even with all that evidence, why can't I accept myself? I don't follow fashion and physical ideals of oneself. Or do I perhaps, on an unconcious level? I don't know. I just wish I could get over it, knock some sense in to myself before I fall in to the deep end. :(
