I am often mildly uncomfortable about the way I look.
well, yesterday, mildly uncomfortable turned into severe psychic pain. Severe fucking screaming insane agony.
I had a fat/ugly day par excellence. For example:
I went out to a Greens comedy benefit and Claire Hooper (love her) was there and I got a photo with her. I nearly deleted it because I thought my face looked too fat. While she was on stage I kept on comparing myself to her and feeling inferior.
Then at one point one of the comedians pointed me and my hubby out – he reverse heckled my hubby while calling me a “good looking girl”. My torpor was even impermeable to his compliment.
Before I went out I tried on about 12 outfits and in all of them I looked too dumpy.
It is good to write this stuff down because it is easier to see how insane it all is.
I had been doing well with the psycho stuff – this set back is par for the course. I feel a bit more normal today. Slightly.
I am getting there. Hopefully. Hoping, working for a period of time where the eating and mindset can come together in harmony. Ommmmmm.