So, I moved to Texas in July and have been working on and off since then. (I'm a hairdresser, freelance&such), and live with my boyfriend whose 5'8 and like 160lbs? Uh, I feel like I've packed on the pounds since being here, and I'm probably well over 40lbs heavier since moving here. A few months ago, I started experiancing a lot of discomfort( ( Read more... )

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Bust: 38
Waist: 33.5
Hips: 44.5
Under Bust: 33.5
Arm: 12
Thigh: 29

I bought the book skinny bitch. It's offical, I'll never eat anymore fucking piece of meat for as long as I live. WTF.

I'm 178.

I need to lose as much weight by Sept 5.

I broke out in hives today.

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

179.

Dude, I havent been in here in so long. Pathetic I know, but I'm so pumpeeed.

29lbs lost. Woah.

How did we get here.
How did I get to a place where happiness is nowhere in sight.
Where I judge myself, daily.
It's an obsession.

I just want to wake up and feel like my first breathe is worth it.

It shouldn't be this hard at 19, to be happy and enjoy myself.
However, my past haunts me and I keep failing.

I'm a failure.