— Should I let these remarks that my mom and aunt made about me make me more aware that my exercise hiatus is becoming more noticeable? Meh. I’ve gotten less self conscious about my weight and how fat I’ve gotten. I don’t know if I’m putting my health into jeopardy—not that it was any healther when I was just about annorexic—but my high blood pressure must be sky rocketing by now. I’ve recently discovered that I don’t need to be a fucking model to be happy with my life. I mean, I do miss being able to stare at myself in the mirror and feel like I was some hot shit. Wait a minute, I never thought about myself, I had such low self esteem and was always hard on myself. Now that I think of it, I dreaded being that skinny, all I ever obssessed over was my weight and how I looked. And I always thought I was fat. I was “fat” “fat” “fat.” God, what was wrong with me? Anyways, we’re getting ready to leave Keene right now, peace out suckas.