< ARG. Shut the hell up about my weight.
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So.
I've been losing a pound a day for the past week or so.
And I'm all pleased with myself. Yay, I think to myself! HURRAH.
And then this guy I know from this big crazy intarweb of ours starts trying to convince me I'm gonna drop at any second. Apparently my BMI is about 17.9%.
OH NOES.
Kids, please. I'm aware I'm not terribly healthy. Don't start listing off how much I'm hurting myself because frankly, it pisses me off. I'm not stupid. I'm aware I have a problem. But I don't know how NOT to have that problem, and this, right now, is making me happy. Let me be happy before I start going to therapy and figuring out how to help myself. Don't call me fat. Don't call me anorexic. I don't appreciate it either way.
In other news.
I'm going to Senior Ball =D I'm excited. Scarlett asked me today. I love her.
&I Love you too =) Be good, pumpkins.
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