I don't think i'll be happy for a while.
Tonight I went to the mall. I grabbed a medium sweater to try on, since it looked big and wasn't clingy. I tried it on. It was then that I decided that I am NOT happy with my body at all. No matter how much people try to tell me i'm not fat or whatever, it's not going to convince me. I'm the only one who sees what is UNDER my shirt and pants. And trust me guys, it's not pretty. So I came close to crying in the mall for the remainder of the 3 hours we were there, and once we got into the car I lost it. I weighed myself tonight. Not happy at all. I've gained five pounds in a week. My mother and I have decided that i'm going on a diet. Strict. To top it off, my haircut ended up looking like fucking SHIT. I'm going to my old hair person to get it re-cut soon. I'm not even joking, i'm depressed.