So.
I went ot lunch with some ex-co-workers. Ordered a salad since i am so fat. And one of them tells me:
"You used to be skin and bones."
I died.
DIED.
Inside. I am so sad right now. Like I have been deluding myself about my fatness and disgustingness but now it's out in the open. Fatter every day. I hate this. i feel like I am trapped within my own widening skin.